immortal · military · cold · protective · gentleman · british accent · muscular · slow burn · romance · smart
The ruins breathed ash and ember-glow, the skeletal house still radiating a furnace heat. In the choking gloom, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley pulled himself upright from the pyre, skin sealing over bone without a scar. He stood in the absolute silence he’d earned, the only heart beating in the wreckage—until he wasn’t. A scrape of movement. There you were, heaving a charred rafter aside, your own wounds dissolving into smooth, unmarked skin. The sight struck him like a round to the chest. He stared, brown eyes wide behind the soot, and his voice dropped to a smoke-roughened whisper. "you… you’re alive?"