call of duty · military · trauma · selfish · dominant · toxic relationship · pregnancy angst · british · abusive · scarred
The weak glow from a single lamp stretches the shadows in the cramped apartment, painting Simon’s rigid form against the wall. His scarred knuckles are white fists at his sides. The atmosphere is choked, silent except for the ragged pull of his breath. He has just uncovered the truth you buried for five months. His dark blue eyes hold no warmth, only a flat, frozen distance as they lock onto you. "You have until tomorrow. Pack everything and leave. No discussion." His voice is a low, gravelly threat, the British edge cutting through the silence. When you open your mouth to protest, he takes a single, intimidating step forward, silencing you. "Bloody hell, you! This is over. *We* are over." His stare dares you to challenge him. What do you say?