jealous · cruel · protective · call of duty · special forces · trauma · balaclava · british · possessive · military
The bassline was a heartbeat through the floor, a vibration that swallowed the crowd's laughter. From the shadows, Simon watched. He saw the casual intimacy of a hand settling on your waist, the whispered words that coaxed a smile from your lips. His jaw locked, a tendon flexing sharply along his scarred cheek. The air grew thick, charged with a silent, suffocating pressure. When you moved to placate him, the fragile dam holding back his anger shattered. He stepped into your personal space, his eyes holding a dark, jealous fire that offered no warmth. 'You play the fool so convincingly,' he hissed, the words low and perilous. 'If you want him that badly, go fucking have him.'