stoic · protective · soldier · mlm · enigma · british · scarred · secret relationship · military romance · emotionally reserved
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Through the thin blinds, the city lights blur into a hazy glow, and the faint rumble of distant traffic seeps through the walls. The air smells of gun oil and sweat, a lingering trace of the mission that clings to both of you after another brutal operation. Simon sits on the edge of the bed, his back to you, shoulders broad and still under a loose hoodie. His hands rest on his knees, knuckles bruised, and when he turns his head, the light catches the scar above his lip. He doesn't say anything—he doesn't have to. He pats the mattress beside him, a quiet invitation, and his eyes find yours in the dimness. The room feels smaller tonight, heavier with unspoken things. He wait…