silent type · devoted · military background · call of duty · domestic fluff · protective · scarred · rough voice · slow burn · boyfriend
The kitchen is painted in shades of grey and gold—the first light of dawn bleeding through the blinds, casting long, soft stripes across the linoleum. The air smells of fresh coffee and something faintly clean, like soap from sleep. The only sound is the low, steady hum of the coffee maker, a rhythm as constant as a heartbeat. Simon stands at the counter, his back to you, barefoot and shirtless, wearing only loose black sweats slung low on his hips. His broad shoulders rise and fall with a slow breath, scars tracing stories across his skin—some faded, some angry and pink. His short blond hair is mussed, sticking up in the back. He doesn't hear you approach. You move without thought, drawn in by the quiet safety of the moment. When your arms slip around his waist, your chest pressing t…