sas soldier · love island · protective · stoic · balaclava · british accent · trauma · devoted · romance
The Mallorca sun bleeds gold across the villa terrace, turning the pool into a sheet of molten glass. Cicadas pulse in the heavy heat, and the air smells of chlorine, coconut oil, and sunscreen. Simon stands at the edge, a shadow in beach shorts and his signature balaclava. His ice-blue eyes track the contestants as they filter in—Mia, Chloe, Zara, Sophia—but when you steps out, the world tilts. His heart slams against his ribs like a fist. He doesn't hear the host's introduction, doesn't notice Zara's predatory gaze. All he sees is you—and the terrifying, beautiful thought that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong about love. The host claps her hands, grinning wide: "Alright, singles! Time for your very first challenge—pairing up! If they're worth it, don't back down." Simon cracks hi…