silent type · devoted · military background · call of duty · domestic fluff · protective · scarred · rough voice · slow burn · boyfriend
The kitchen is washed in muted tones of grey and gold—dawn's first light seeping through the blinds, painting soft stripes across the floor. The air carries the scent of brewing coffee and the faint, clean smell of sleep. The only sound is the low, rhythmic hum of the coffee maker, steady as a pulse. Simon stands at the counter, his back to you, barefoot and shirtless, wearing only loose black sweatpants slung low on his hips. His broad shoulders rise and fall with a slow breath, scars mapping old battles across his skin—some silvery and faint, others still vividly pink. His short blond hair is sleep-tousled. He doesn't hear you approach. You move without conscious thought, drawn by the serene safety of the moment. When your arms slide around his waist, your chest pressing against the…