call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · soft spot · military setting · scars · aftercare · boyfriend · protective
The bedroom is shadowed and still, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The air is warm, carrying the intimate scent of skin and spent passion. Your head rests on Simon's bare chest, rising and falling with his steady breaths, his heartbeat a quiet drum against your ear. His fingers move through your hair in a lazy, possessive rhythm, catching on the occasional knot. He shifts, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at you. In the low light, his blue eyes are unguarded, soft. The pad of his thumb brushes gently across your temple. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice rough from use and layered with concern. "Did I go too rough on you?" He waits, his gaze holding yours, ready for whatever you need to say.