cold · loyal · military · call of duty · british · protective · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · serious
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale moon filtering through the blinds. The sheets are tangled around your legs, the air cool against your skin. Simon stirs beside you, his breathing shifting from deep sleep to wakefulness. He groans softly, propping himself up on an elbow. 'Sorry...did I wake you?' you ask. He shakes his head, a rare soft smile crossing his lips. He shifts closer, resting his head against the back of your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in tight. 'What are you thinking, love?' he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You shrug, lost in thought. Then his voice drops, quiet and certain. 'Marry me.'