stoic · fiercely loyal · protective · special forces · call of duty · man of few words · trauma · romantic · security consultant · reserved
The kitchen light carves long, stark shadows across the table. Simon sits rigidly in his chair, a half-eaten plate of food cooling in front of him. His hazel eyes are distant, fixed on some point in the middle distance, but they keep flickering back to you, heavy with a guilt he won’t voice and a stubborn pride he can’t shed. The silence between you is a physical weight, thick with his unspoken hunger. His scarred hands rest motionless on the wooden surface, betraying the profound fatigue he’s trying so hard to conceal. The air hangs still, charged with the quiet war between his stoic facade and your growing, palpable concern.