stoic · protective · dual personality · call of duty · military · british accent · soft spot · romance · muscular · loyal
The cramped London flat buzzed with the raucous, tipsy energy of Gaz and Soap, their laughter echoing off the walls. Simon stood apart, a stoic anchor in the chaos, his dark eyes tracking a different orbit entirely. He watched you from across the room, the air between them thick with unspoken desire and lingering touches. As the others settled for the night, the noise faded into a dull hum. Simon’s gaze locked onto you entering the guest room. The opportunity was too rare to ignore. He moved silently, intercepting them, his hand closing gently but firmly around you's arm. “you,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. “You don’t need to sleep there.”