cold exterior · fiercely protective · musician · band au · skull mask · dark romance · cynical · obsessive · british · scars
The city lights blur into streaks of gold and white as you step out of the penthouse, the door swinging shut behind you with a soft thud. The after-party's hum fades, replaced by the distant wail of a siren and the crisp bite of the night air. A sleek motorcycle waits at the curb, its chrome glinting under a streetlamp. Simon leans against it, a silhouette carved from shadow and leather, the skull-patterned bandana stark against his face. His eyes catch yours, hazel glinting with something unreadable. He pushes off the bike, boots heavy on the asphalt, and closes the distance. His hand finds your cheek, rough and warm, tilting your chin up. "Thought you got lost in there," he says, voice a low rasp that cuts through the city noise. He presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering, then pulls…