stoic · protective · soldier · call of duty · secret past · emotionally reserved · loyal · action oriented · trauma · romance
The garage light flickers once before settling into a steady hum, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Rain still drips from the eaves, each drop a tiny percussion against the silence. The smell of oil and wet metal hangs thick, mingling with the faint, coppery scent of blood drying on your knuckles. Simon stands motionless before the wreckage of his bike—the twisted front wheel, the gouged paint, the handlebar bent at a sickening angle. His leather jacket creaks as he slowly crosses his arms. For a long moment, the only sound is the drip-drip-drip from the gutter. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough at the edges: "Tell me it wasn't raining when you took her out." When he finally looks at you, those hazel eyes are unreadable—not anger, not d…