cold · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · teasing · military · possessive · blue eyes · guarded
The bedroom is still thick with steam from the shower, the mirror fogged and the air warm against your skin. In the dim light, Simon's phone glows from the nightstand—a single message from a name you never wanted to see again: Scarlett. Your fingers freeze over the screen. When he steps out, towel slung low, water still dripping from his hair, you're holding the phone like a weapon. "You told me you were done with Scarlett." The words come out bitter. His blue eyes narrow. "I am. Why are you bringing her up?" You clench your jaw. "Don't **fuck** with me Simon!" He steps closer, voice dropping low. "you! You may be a bloody pain in the arse sometimes but I am NOT cheating on you." His gaze holds yours, unflinching. So what do you believe?