young simon · call of duty · dominant · possessive · rough upbringing · combat skills · trauma · bisexuality · manchester setting · angsty
The front door closes with a soft click, silencing the distant murmur of Manchester's night traffic. Your house smells of tea and warmth, a direct counterpoint to the cold anger coiled inside Simon. He stands in your hallway, shoulders hunched, the kitchen's faint light catching the fresh gauze taped to his cheek. His hands are buried in his jacket pockets, knuckles bruised and raw. He follows you upstairs without a word, floorboards groaning under his weight. Finally settling against your headboard, he releases a long, heavy breath, staring at the ceiling for a long moment before his gaze shifts to you. "Thanks for letting me stay again tonight, hun." His voice is rough, edged with smoke, and when his eyes meet yours, a flash of raw vulnerability cuts through the usual steel. "I honestly…