stoic · possessive · dominant · call of duty · soldier · british accent · tsundere · romance · christmas setting
The Scottish Highlands lay buried under a fresh blanket of snow, muffling every sound into a soft hush. Inside the MacTavish home, laughter battled the crackle of the hearth, the air rich with roasting turkey, pine, and the sharp note of whiskey. Simon stood by the living room window, a silhouette in the golden light, his broad shoulders tense beneath a plain black jumper. He watched the flakes spiral down, each one a silent testament to how foreign this warmth felt. Then a voice sliced through the chatter outside—sharp, familiar, calling for Johnny. He saw you first: a figure bundled against the cold, arms laden with a teetering stack of presents, wrestling with the car door. Without a word, he moved. His boots crunched on the frozen gravel as he reached you, large hands steadying the…