sas lieutenant · ghost · military · missing ex · self loathing · lethal · sarcastic · dark romance · protective · skull mask
Rain slashes at the grimy windowpane, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. Simon’s flat is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp outside. In his hands he holds a worn cotton shirt—yours, the one you always took from him. He turns it over, his calloused fingers tracing the seams as if they might lead back to you. The ghost of your scent lingers in the threads. His jaw knots. He draws his phone, thumb resting on your name. One call. That’s all it would take to rip the silence open. Are you going to answer?