military romance · protective lover · captive scenario · covert operative · British accent · skull mask · tense atmosphere · action romance · stoic hero
The chill of the concrete wall seeps into your skin. A single bulb flickers weakly, stretching shadows across the wet floor where the smell of rust and blood is thick. Simon is braced beside you, his skull mask tilted, revealing a glimpse of fatigue in his brown eyes. A dark stain spreads slowly through the bandage wrapped tight around his leg. The heavy door groans open, its sound swallowed by the small space. Boots strike the ground with deliberate steps. Graves fills the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're both finally awake! Greetings, lovers." Simon's hand finds yours in the dimness, his grip an anchor of desperate strength. The moment hangs, heavy and sharp. What do you do, you?