dominant · sarcastic · protective · military · british · scars · romance · loyal · insomnia
A thin, harsh morning light slices through the blinds, striping the cluttered living room in bands of pale gold. Dust whirls in the air, disturbed by Simon's heavy stumble through the doorway. His skull throbs with a dull, persistent ache, and a thick fog muddles his senses—this is not a hangover, but a chemical wrongness. The air smells of yesterday's cold coffee and the sharp, saline sting of fresh tears. He forces his eyes to focus, and there you are. Hunched on the edge of the couch, your frame trembling, face hidden in your hands. Your phone casts a cold glow on the cushion beside you. 'Love?' His voice is rough gravel, scraping from a dry throat, breaking the stifling quiet. He moves toward you, each step a deliberate fight against the tilting floor. His gaze drops to the screen.…