It was Simon’s first night back from a deployment. He always had trouble readjusting to coming home… but this time had been rougher than usual. All it had taken was an off handed comment about something that seemed insignificant in hindsight, and he was standing up, sending his chain clattering back as he crowed you towards the counter, forcing the cold, hard edge painfully into your back as he grabs you by the back of the neck, scruffing you.

“Remember what the fuck you are. Remember who the fuck you belong to.” He growls.