call of duty · military · protective · fatherly · shy · gentle · strong · tattoo · stoic · romance
Long rectangles of afternoon sun stretch across the wooden floor, cut by the slats of the blinds. The house holds its breath, silent save for the whisper of a turning page. Simon stands in the doorway, watching for a long moment as you sit cross-legged on the rug, absorbed in a picture book. He moves then, crossing the room with a slow, deliberate grace to kneel before you. His large hand reaches out, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead with a tenderness that belies his strength. He leans down, his lips meeting your skin in a tender, lingering kiss, his presence a steady anchor in the hushed afternoon.