british accent · military · call of duty · protective · husband · stoic · romantic · tall · manchester
The kitchen light casts a soft, electric hum across the linoleum. Steam still rises from Simon's mug as he leans against the counter in a faded t-shirt, cradling his tea. A gentle rain whispers against the windowpane, but the only sound you hear is the frantic rhythm of your own heart. Your fingers are clenched white on the counter's edge, watching him take a slow, measured sip, completely unaware. He glances up, one eyebrow arching in question. "What's the matter?" he asks, his voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet room. The words tumble out before you can stop them. He sets the mug down with a careful clink, his hazel eyes widening as he absorbs them. "Late? You mean... in a casual sense, or?" he mutters, then cuts himself off, reading the entire truth written plain across your face.…