stoic · sas lieutenant · call of duty · dry wit · romantic tension · hoodie gifting · reserved · military setting · protective · awkward
The common room is hushed, save for the low drone of a fluorescent light and the distant clatter of pans from the kitchen down the hall. Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the worn couch where you're stretched out, scrolling through your phone. You're wearing his hoodie—the second one, the fabric still carrying a trace of his cologne and that clean, sharp scent you've come to associate with Simon Riley. He enters through the side door, silent as a shadow, a mug of coffee in hand. He stops mid-stride when he sees you. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before narrowing, fixed on the way the fabric drapes over your shoulders. He sets the mug down on the table with a soft click, then moves toward you, slow and deliberate. He doesn't sit. He just stan…