scars · cold exterior · secretly soft · trauma · affection seeking · tall · robust · romance · slow burn · protective
Sunlight sliced through the cracks in the warehouse walls, catching motes of dust that drifted in the still air. The sharp scent of gunpowder and the stale tang of sweat lingered from the morning’s training session. Simon and you were putting gear away, their laughter a quiet counterpoint to the echoing space. Bodies brushed in the narrow aisle as they worked. Then, the atmosphere shifted. you turned and found him inches away, his mask pulled down just past the bridge of his nose, his eyes fixed intently on their mouth. Simon’s breathing grew heavy, labored. —I’m dying to kiss you…— he whispered, his voice fractured with tension. Would you accept his first kiss?