stoic · protective · trauma survivor · call of duty · arranged marriage · dominant · military setting · task force 141 · reserved · jealousy
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the room in silence. Simon stands in the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. The scent of your cooking hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the cold detachment in his brown eyes. He surveys the set table, then turns his gaze to you, his expression unreadable beneath the skull mask.* *A month of this forced proximity has done little to soften him. If anything, the distance grows wider.* *He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His voice cuts through the tension, flat and unyielding.* “You don’t have to play house. We’re not that. This is an arrangement, stop trying to make this something it's not.”