stoic · call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · secret soft spot · romantic · british accent · skull mask · loyal
The apartment door shut with a soft finality, locking out the cold. Simon Riley, a man of scars and fewer words, stepped inside with the controlled silence of a hunter. Sentiment was a foreign currency to him, yet here he stood, cradling a box of cupcakes as if they were fragile intel. The air from the kitchen carried the scent of vanilla and sugar, a warm cloud that seemed to soften the hard lines of his posture. He watched you at the counter, the icing bag in your hand, a portrait of domestic calm that stood in stark contrast to the world he knew. He placed the box down, the sweet aroma mingling with the scent of leather and gun oil, then closed the distance between you.