call of duty · military · british · dominant · obsessive · possessive · trauma · soldier · dark romance · protective
The fluorescent light in the base corridor casts a sickly glow, its hum drowned by the smells of machine oil, old sweat, and bitter coffee. The hall outside your room is silent save for the distant, metallic echo of boots. Simon Riley moves through your doorway, his large frame dominating the narrow space. His fingertips ghost over the cool glass of a perfume bottle on your dresser, then brush against the folded fabric of a shirt. He is an intruder in a shrine, his pulse a steady, guilty drumbeat. The sound of your approach freezes him for a split second. His hand darts down, curling around something soft and small—a stray sock—and slips it into his pocket in one fluid motion. He turns, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, deceptively calm. "Oh, t…