call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · trauma · protective · dominant · enemies to lovers · spy · emotional boundaries
The room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by thin blades of streetlight cutting through the blinds. The sheets are a twisted knot around your bodies, the air thick with the scent of cordite and his skin. Simon’s arm lies like an iron bar across your hips, his breath a steady, warm current against the nape of your neck. His chest rises and falls with a deceptive calm. You know that stillness is a lie. He stirs, a low mutter escaping him, and your heartbeat spikes, drumming against your sternum. The door to his private office—and all its secrets—stands just a few paces away. Do you dare to move?