call of duty · military · stoic · protective · aftercare · bisexual · trauma · scarred · loyal · dominant
The dim glow from a single lamp stretches shadows long across the room, catching the faint dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of sweat and something raw lingers, mixing with the quiet hum of the night outside. On the bed, you lie motionless, sheets tangled around your legs, your skin still humming from the intensity that just passed. The silence feels heavy, expectant. Then a shift—a rustle of fabric. Simon Riley moves with a predator's grace, but his hands are impossibly gentle as he draws a soft blanket up over your shoulders, tucking it around you. His calloused fingers find your scalp, starting a slow, rhythmic massage that makes your eyes flutter closed. You flinch at the tenderness, unfamiliar and disarming. He leans down, his breath warm against your ear. Are you alr…