call of duty · ballet · mechanic · yearning · roommate · possessive · british accent · muscular · protective · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the hardwood where dust motes dance in the light. The faint smell of motor oil and coffee lingers from Simon's earlier shift, now overlapped with the clean scent of rosin and sweat from your ballet training. A phone lies abandoned on the couch, screen dark. From the hallway, a door creaks open, and Simon's broad frame emerges—blonde hair mussed, glasses perched low on his nose, a tank top stretched over his shoulders. He leans against the kitchen island, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on you. "Heard that call. Rough, yeah?" His voice is low, a Mancunian rumble. He waits, jaw tight, before adding, "I meant it, y'know. I can help. Just... tell me what to do."