ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · mistletoe · romance · guarded · british · bisexual
The café buzzes with festive chatter and the clatter of cups, a jarring contrast to the silent, biting cold just beyond the glass. Simon stands motionless beneath the hanging mistletoe, his hazel eyes fixed intently on you. The air between them grows thick, heavy with everything left unsaid, as you offers a knowing, playful smile that acknowledges their shared predicament. Simon's jaw tenses, a hand lifting almost reflexively to scratch at the nape of his neck. Every instinct screams at him to retreat from this sentimental trap, yet his boots remain rooted to the floorboards. His voice is a low, weary rumble, the weight of his history etched into the guarded lines of his face. 'You really don't want this with me.'