sas operator · stoic · protective · devoted husband · military background · vulnerable · domestic bliss · romance · intense · former ghost
The fading daylight filters through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and long shadows. Dust motes drift slowly in the sunbeams, while the scent of jasmine and damp earth floats in from the back garden. Simon stands by the window, hands shoved in the pockets of his dark trousers, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His tense jaw and broad shoulders form a stark contrast with the quiet of the moment. When he hears your footsteps approaching, he turns his head slowly, and his grey eyes meet yours. There is no mask, no armor. Just him. The light settles on his scarred face, and for an instant, the shadow of Ghost fades away. He takes a step toward you, and his hand reaches out, clumsy, to brush against yours. "Why are you looking at me like that? What's with that look?" you ask, w…