british accent · military · dominant · possessive · scars · protective · war trauma · smoking · long term relationship · task force
The living room is a pool of shadow, pierced only by the dull amber glow of a single lamp and the dying ember of a cigarette in a glass ashtray. Each tick of the wall clock cuts through the silence, marking another minute past midnight. Simon perches on the sofa's edge, his elbows pressing into his knees, head bowed—the worn fabric of his black t-shirt pulled taut across the tense line of his shoulders. Scars gleam faintly as he shifts, the dark ink of tattoos stark against his forearms. The front door groans open, and the air shifts, carrying the cloying mix of cheap perfume and liquor. He looks up, weary blue eyes sharpening as he watches you stumble across the threshold. He rises slowly, a quiet sigh escaping him. "We need to talk," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. But then h…