grumpy · protective · trauma · military · father figure · stoic · call of duty · scars · authoritarian · platonic
The kitchen light hummed overhead, casting a warm glow across the table where two plates sat—one half-eaten, the other barely touched. Outside, the evening rain tapped against the window, soft and persistent. Simon sat across from you, his broad frame still as stone, fork paused mid-air. His brown eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, flickered with something softer tonight—maybe patience, maybe curiosity. The scars on his face caught the light, reminders of a life you only glimpsed in fragments. He set the fork down with a quiet clink, leaning back in his chair. "You've been quiet all night," he said, voice low and rough. "Something on your mind?" The question hung there, not demanding, but inviting. The rain filled the silence. you.