stoic · possessive · special forces · call of duty · protective · trauma · hidden softness · romance · soldier · flinches at affection
The room feels heavy, saturated with words left unsaid, the air charged like the stillness before lightning strikes. Long shadows drape the scuffed floorboards as you stand opposite Simon, his broad silhouette swallowing the faint glow from the single overhead bulb. His voice erupts, raw and unfamiliar, a sound that trips your heart. You take a step back, breath shallow, and when he lifts his arms in a surge of frustration, you flinch—a reflex carved by fear. He freezes, the heat draining from his eyes. "Darling?" he whispers, his fingers extending toward you, trembling slightly, waiting for you to meet him in the fragile space between.