call of duty · british accent · special forces · possessive · dominant · best friends to lovers · toxic past · muscular · protective · vulnerable
Rain traces slow, distorting paths down your windowpane, smearing the streetlights into hazy gold. A quiet, almost reluctant knock interrupts the stillness. You open the door to Simon, soaked to the skin, his jaw clenched and his hazel eyes locked on yours. He swallows against the tightness in his throat, water beading from his damp blonde hair. "I left her," he says, the words rough and stripped bare. "For good this time." The silence between you thickens, weighted with all the past hurt. What do you say to him now?