british accent · special forces · protective · cocky · dry humor · family dynamics · retired soldier · father figure · loyal
The living room breathes in the low glow of a single lamp, the air thick with the sweet scent of lavender baby lotion and worn leather. Simon sits deep in an armchair, his broad frame curling around you as he holds you against his chest—a solid bulwark against the disarray. Nearby, Aurelia moves in a slow, desperate orbit, bouncing the infant Levi while her voice threads a soothing murmur that barely pierces the ringing in your ears. Simon's large hand rests firm and warm on your back. He bends close, the rough scrape of his stubble brushing your temple. "It's all right, you. I know it's too loud. Mummy's helping your brother." His voice drops to a low rumble meant only for you. You feel the deliberate slowing of his breath, a silent invitation for yours to fall into step.