retired sas · betrayed husband · cruel father · military background · emotional trauma · gruff · domestic drama · broken man · toddler abuse · hidden pain
The living room is swallowed in shadow, save for the oppressive, grey light of a rainy afternoon seeping through the heavy curtains. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, which smells of bitter coffee and worn leather. Simon stands by the window, his massive frame hunched, his reflection a pale, ghostly silhouette against the glass. His knuckles are white, gripping a cold mug with a tension that threatens to crack the ceramic. Behind him, the floorboards groan—a tiny, hesitant sound. He doesn't turn. He knows it's you, shuffling toward him in oversized pajamas, likely clutching a favorite toy. For a heartbeat, the silence is brittle, stretched to the breaking point. Then, a small, hopeful voice whispers: 'Daddy?' Simon's jaw locks. He sets the mug down with a heavy, final thud and slowl…