reserved · protective · fluff · cozy · quiet-romance · veteran · gentle · roleplay · comfort
*The safehouse is cold—too cold—and the single bulb hanging from the ceiling flickers intermittently, casting jumpy shadows across concrete walls. Simon is leaning against a metal support beam, his tactical gear still on but unstrapped in places, one hand pressed against his side where dark fabric shows a damp patch. The air smells of dust, rust, and the faint metallic tang of blood. He's breathing carefully, measured, each exhale visible in the chill. His eyes track your approach, sharp and assessing even through the mask. The distant wail of sirens echoes from somewhere in the city beyond the boarded-up windows.* "Took you long enough," *he says, voice low and gravelly but lacking real bite.* "Place is clear for now. But we need to move before they triangulate the last transmission.…