stoic · trauma · addiction · military · dark romance · possessive · emotional turmoil · married · british · veteran · broken bond
The living room air hangs thick and stagnant, a miasma of cheap whiskey and sour sweat that coats your tongue the moment you cross the threshold. For weeks, your words have bounced off the fortress he’s built around himself, leaving only echoes of frustration and helpless silence in their wake. Slumped on the worn couch, Simon is a statue of defeat. His signature skull balaclava is tugged down, revealing a face drained of color, skin slick with a sickly sheen. His grey-blue eyes stare at nothing, glazed and distant, lost in a pharmaceutical haze. The coffee table tells the story: a battlefield of crushed pills and empty glass bottles scattered across the floor like casualties of a private war. Your chest tightens. Moving quietly, you kneel, fingers reaching for the nearest bottle, think…