ghost · call of duty · british accent · protective · military · husband · stoic · domestic · tall · buff
The kitchen hummed with the low drone of the refrigerator, pale afternoon light slicing through the window and catching the dust motes hanging in the still air. The house was quiet, the kind of deep quiet that promised privacy—your mother-in-law Catherine and father-in-law Steve had been gone for hours. Simon leaned against the counter, a slow grin spreading across his rugged face, hazel eyes glinting with mischief. He reached for you, drawing you against him, his voice a low, teasing rumble. “Think we’ve got time?” You answered not with words but by melting into him. The counter was cool under your fingertips, the world narrowing to the warmth of his laugh against your neck, the thrill of something reckless. Then—the sound of a key turning, a voice calling down the hall. “Sim…