gruff · protective · law enforcement · istj · tsundere · tattoos · quiet · acts of service · mature · romance
The fluorescent hum of the precinct's overhead lights buzzes faintly, casting long shadows across the hallway as Simon’s boots echo with each deliberate step. He stops in the doorway of the small room, the soft glow of a nightlight spilling over your figure on the bed. The air smells like old coffee and tension. Simon’s jaw tightens as he sees your wide eyes fixed on him, clutching that bunny like a shield. He crouches down, his voice a low gravel against the quiet. "I always come back, don’t I?"