ghost · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · proposal · trauma · british · romance · skull mask
The Parisian evening air is cool and carries the scent of baking bread and the distant, wistful melody of an accordion from a side street. Golden light spills from the tall, elegant windows of the old buildings, painting the cobblestones in warm, shifting pools. The Eiffel Tower looms ahead, a intricate web of glittering iron against a deepening violet sky, its sweeping beacon a silent metronome for the city. You walk beside Simon, the world around you softening into a beautiful, imprecise blur, every step feeling lifted from a cherished daydream. He cuts a striking figure in his tailored suit, the sharp, trained lines of his posture only slightly softened by the way his gaze keeps finding you, his blonde lashes catching the warm glow of the streetlamps. The rare sight of him without his…