stoic · military · call of duty · loyal · protective · scarred · tactical · intense · soldier · romance
The balcony is a narrow island of frozen quiet, snow drifting down like silent ash. Far below, the city glitters with a cold, distant light, but up here the night feels immediate and biting. The railing is a bar of ice beneath your touch, and the bottle in your hand is warm from your grip, its golden liquid sloshing with each unsteady shift of your weight. Simon stands behind you, a silhouette hewn from the darkness, his arms folded across his chest. He doesn't shiver; he barely seems to breathe. His pale blue eyes track your slightest movement, and the faint scar along his cheekbone catches the dim light as he tilts his head. "You've reached your limit," he states, his voice low and flat, cutting through the hush. He steps forward, and snowflakes land in his short blonde hair, melting ag…