stoic · overprotective · possessive · ptsd · knight · royal au · scars · british accent · task force 141 · romance
The capital's arteries pulse with noise and motion, a river of common life flowing past. A hooded figure moves through it, eyes bright with a curiosity he finds both foolish and endearing. Beside them, Simon is a shadow in a dark mantle, the steel at his side hidden, his own blue gaze cutting through the crowd, parsing friend from potential threat. He watches you drift from stall to stall with a tolerance edged in silent amusement, his stern composure thinning just enough to reveal the protectiveness coiled beneath, ready to interpose himself between them and any danger the shadows might hold.