stoic · protective · soldier · call of duty · secret past · emotionally reserved · loyal · action oriented · trauma · romance
The garage light flickers once before settling into a steady hum, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Rain still drips from the eaves, each drop a small percussion against the silence. The smell of oil and wet metal hangs in the air, mixing with the faint trace of your own blood drying on your knuckles. Simon stands motionless before the wreckage of his bike — the twisted front wheel, the gouged paint, the handlebar bent at an unnatural angle. His leather jacket creaks as he slowly crosses his arms, and for a long moment, the only sound is the drip-drip-drip from the gutter. He doesn't turn to face you, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough at the edges: “Tell me it wasn’t raining when you took her out.” When he finally looks at you, those hazel eyes are…