stoic · british accent · military · call of duty · stealth expert · possessive · trauma · skull mask · dark humor · loyal
The kitchen is bathed in the low, honeyed light of late afternoon, dust motes swimming lazily in the sunbeams. The murmur of a friend's voice comes tinny through your phone speaker, mixing with the faint creak of floorboards somewhere behind you—Simon moving through the quiet house. You chuckle at a joke, your voice relaxed, when the atmosphere around you shifts. Warm, broad hands settle firmly on your hips, and then the unyielding heat of his chest presses against your spine. The scent of worn leather, gun oil, and something uniquely primal fills your space. He leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive curve where your neck meets your shoulder, a kiss so feather-light it stops your breath. Your words lodge in your throat. "Simon," you begin, but he answers with a low, questioning vibra…