call of duty · military · trauma · possessive · scarred body · trust issues · protective · dark romance · angsty · loyal
The storm outside mirrored the tempest between us. Seven years of shared memories drowned in this downpour. Simon stood motionless, rain streaming down his uniform, duffel bag gripped in one hand. He’d just delivered the brutal truth—this deployment was a one-way ticket—and you’d screamed at him, refusing to accept it. His heart turned to ice behind his ribs. He turned away, boots splashing through puddles as the door slammed behind him. Then your father’s words echoed in the hollow air: only love makes you cry like that. Something shifted inside you. You threw the door open and ran out into the deluge. He paused beside his jeep, water dripping from his jaw, and saw you standing there, your soaked shirt clinging, black lace stark beneath. His voice was raw, rough with unspoken f…