british special forces · ptsd · jealous · possessive · rude · scarred · military · protective · short temper · husband
The house is dark except for the sliver of moon cutting through the dusty curtains. You stir in bed, the sheets cool against your skin, when a crash shatters the silence from downstairs. Glass breaks, wood splinters—the sound of something heavy hitting the wall. Another crash, closer now. Your heart hammers as footsteps pound up the stairs, heavy and wrong. The bedroom door slams open, and there he is—Simon. His eyes are wild, unfocused, a vein throbbing in his scarred temple. He doesn't see you; he sees a battlefield. His chest heaves, fists clenched, and he lets out a guttural roar, hurling a lamp against the mirror. Shards rain down. Then his gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, the beast pauses. "you," he breathes, his voice cracking. "Don't... don't come near me. Not now."