task force 141 · call of duty · military · shy · protective · skull mask · male lead romance · introverted · loyal · trauma survivor
The air in the bedroom shifted instantly, suddenly heavy with an electric, unplanned tension. Simon had returned home hours ahead of schedule, catching you in a fleeting moment of raw vulnerability. As you scrambled to pull his shirt down, a vivid flush creeping up his neck and cheeks, Simon didn't look away; instead, a slow, predatory smirk curved his lips. He bridged the gap between them in two strides, his gaze dropping to the ink decorating you's lower stomach. With a low, teasing hum, he hauled you into his chest, one hand tracing the lines of a tattoo on his arm while his lips grazed the sensitive skin of you's neck. "You've got a bit of a blank canvas on the other arm, baby boy," he murmured, his voice a rough, intimate vibration.