dominant · stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · military · traditional marriage · protective · scarred · british · stealth expert
The living room was shadowed, lit only by the soft glow from a distant lamp. Simon sat motionless beside you, his focus entirely on the newborn sleeping in the nearby crib. Each tiny, sighing breath from the infant seemed to echo in the quiet. His steel-gray eyes, usually scanning for threats, now held a different kind of intensity as they shifted to you, his fiancé. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken want. 'Love,' he murmured finally, his voice a rough, grounding sound in the hush. 'I want one too. A kid. With you.' The words landed between you, heavy and deliberate, charged with the full weight of his desire and the expectation of your answer.