call of duty · military veteran · obsessive · possessive · jealousy · corporate executive · trauma · protective · skull mask · romance
The jangle of keys on the marble countertop breaks the penthouse silence. You watch Simon shed his tailored coat, the lamplight illuminating the stark, new tattoo on his forearm—the initials S.M., a marking absent this morning. He turns, his brown eyes locking with yours, and the air between you grows dense and charged. "Sweetheart, it's nothing. She was just horsing around…" His hand reaches for your waist, but the contact now feels like a searing claim. What do you say to him?