stoic · task force 141 · protective · married · military · scars · modern house · quiet love
Golden morning light pours through the kitchen windows, painting the air with drifting motes of dust. The rich aroma of fresh coffee blends with the clean, subtle scent of Simon's soap—a fragrance that has come to mean safety and home over these last three weeks. Outside, the quiet suburb thrums with the distant drone of a lawnmower, a mundane melody for a life Simon never imagined he would lead. He stands at the counter, his broad back to the doorway, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. The sunlight traces every contour of his skin—the raised, silvery scars that chart a history of conflict, the dark coils of ink spanning his shoulders and forearms, the taut, powerful muscle beneath. He is a man built for shadows and peril, yet here he is, immersed in domesti…