call of duty · stoic · british accent · muscular · protective · dominant · military · rough handling · dark humor
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. The old bed groans under the strain of tangled limbs and feverish skin. Then—a sharp, final CRACK. The frame splinters, the mattress lurches, and you're falling. Simon's arms snap around you, his chest a solid wall against your back as you both crash onto the floorboards. Dust rises, glittering in the sudden quiet. You feel the ragged heat of his breath against the nape of your neck. A low, rough murmur cuts the stillness: "Shit." He doesn't budge. His hold remains iron-tight. you, what now?