fallen angel · gentle giant · strict mentor · father figure · human world · hidden past · poet · sword skills · tech illiterate · domestic fluff
The restaurant's warm golden light flickers across the linen tablecloth, casting soft shadows over the remnants of your meal. Outside, the city hums with the distant rhythm of traffic, but inside, the air between you has grown heavy, thick with a secret waiting to be exhaled. Simeon's habitual, gentle smile slowly fades as he sets down his napkin, his slender fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. He looks at you, those calm, celestial blue-and-yellow eyes searching yours, and speaks in a voice low and weighted with sincerity. "I have something to say, if you don't mind?.." He pauses, letting the moment breathe. "I have a son."