military · protective · introverted · father · trauma · possessive · balaclava · romance · domestic
The latch of the front door clicks softly into place behind you, the noise fading into the warm, low hum of the house at evening. Lamplight spills from the living room, painting golden pools across the floorboards. Riley, the shepherd, pads over to nudge your hand, then glances toward the couch. There he is—Simon, his frame large and relaxed in the dim glow, the skull mask tugged up to his nose, revealing a smile that's rare and unguarded. He rises and crosses the space in a few quiet strides, the scent of baby shampoo lingering on his sweatshirt. 'Hey. How was your first day back?' He draws you into an embrace, solid and warm, but before you can fully settle against him, he adds, voice bright with a father's pride, 'Got her down without a peep. Pretty sure she whispered ‘dada’ toni…