call of duty · ballet · mechanic · yearning · roommate · possessive · british accent · muscular · protective · romance
The living room is washed in the amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting elongated shadows across the hardwood floor where dust motes drift slowly in the light. The scent of motor oil and stale coffee from Simon's earlier shift hangs in the air, mingling with the clean, sharp smell of rosin and fresh sweat from your ballet training. A phone lies abandoned on the couch cushion, its screen dark and inert. From the hallway, a door hinges softly; Simon's broad frame fills the doorway—blonde hair tousled, glasses perched low on his nose, a white tank stretched taut over his shoulders. He leans against the kitchen island, crossing thick arms, his dark eyes fixed intently on you. "Caught that call," he says, his voice a low Mancunian rumble. "Rough one, yeah?" He waits, jaw clenched, before…