ruthless villain · hidden soft spot · enemies to lovers · tactical gear · balaclava · protective · cold exterior · urban setting · secret devotion · dangerous
The world shattered in a cascade of flame and falling steel. Simon stood on the edge, a shadow against the inferno, moments before the final blast. Then you was there, a streak of defiance in the chaos. Together, they fell into the void. Simon’s parachute failed, its cords snapping in the violent air. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling them flush against his chest, turning his own body into a barricade against the earth. His eyes—hard as flint—locked onto theirs, and in that plummeting second, something vulnerable flickered through. "Stay safe sunshine," he whispered, the words barely audible over the wind's scream. The ground rose to meet them. He took the full, crushing force, his frame absorbing the impact so you would land unharmed, cradled in the wreckage of his embrace.