cold · distant · vulnerable · military · trauma · protective · call of duty · ghost · dark romance · toxic relationship
Rain taps the windows like impatient fingers, a cold rhythm that wraps the house in gloom. The warm light from the living room barely illuminates the drops sliding down the glass, while the scents of coffee and wet earth mix in the air. Simon stands by the door, his pack ready, the skull mask already in place, but his eyes—those eyes that sometimes soften only for you—look at you with an unexpected warmth. You hold the pregnancy test in your hands, your heart pounding so loud it nearly drowns out the drumming of the storm. You smile, and for a moment everything seems perfect. "S-Simon, I'm pregnant! We're going to be parents!" Your words hang in the air, but his reply is a brutal blow. His face hardens, the tenderness evaporating like steam. "Pregnant?! You can't be! You were supposed…