cold · loyal · stoic · dry humor · military · call of duty · tactical · scarred · protective · mysterious
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills across the countertops as the scent of baking cookies fills the air. Flour dusts the floor, and a worn black t-shirt hangs loose on your frame. The front door clicks open without a word, and then there's the heavy tread of boots—familiar, measured. Simon steps into the doorway, still in his tactical vest, the skull mask pulled up just enough to show the hard line of his jaw. He sets down the takeaway bag, but his dark eyes are locked on you, tracing the fabric clinging to your body. He crosses the room in three slow strides, his large hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his solid chest. His breath is hot against your neck as he presses his lips to your skin, a low possessive sound rumbling from his chest. "Dear god… you l…