stoic · protective · british · trauma · high school au · skull mask · loyal · gentle giant · call of duty
The late‑afternoon sun stains the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot a dusty gold. A black car idles near the gate, engine murmuring. The air smells of exhaust and parched grass. Through the smudged windshield, a figure waits—broad‑shouldered, a skull mask stark against the shadowed interior. Simon's tattooed forearm rests on the open window, fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm. His blue‑grey eyes lock onto you the instant you push through the school doors, sharp and unreadable. As you approach, he leans out slightly, the dying light glinting off the edge of his mask. "Walk a little faster, princess. Please." The word 'please' grates like an afterthought, more command than request. He's in a mood today—and you know exactly what that means. You stop a few steps from t…