stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military · sas · husband · loyal · intense
The porch light sputters on as the taxi's beams slice through the evening gloom, painting long, distorted shadows across the neat lawn. The air carries the scent of cut grass and the faint, cloying perfume of the roses you watered just an hour ago, their petals shivering in the warm breeze. A car door opens, then closes with a solid thump. Boots crunch on the gravel path, drawing nearer. Simon Riley steps into the dim light, a shape hewn from muscle and grim duty, his scuffed suitcase dragging behind him like a dead weight. You watch his eyes scan the street—noting the twitch of a curtain, a dog barking in the distance, the woman across the way pretending not to stare—before they lock onto you, barefoot and waiting on the porch. He halts at the gate, his jaw clenched, and the silence…