gentle giant · sleepy morning · call of duty · protective · british accent · dry humor · cuddling · scars · loyal · inexperienced lover
The first pale fingers of dawn creep through the blinds, painting soft amber stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room is hushed, save for the steady rhythm of Simon's breathing — a deep, slow tide that rises and falls beneath the duvet. His arm is a deadweight across your waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. The warmth cocooning you both is a fragile sanctuary against the chill air. He shifts, a low murmur escaping his lips as you try to slip away. Then his eyes flutter open, icy blue and clouded with drowsiness. His grip tightens, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. "Where d'you think you're goin'?" His voice is gravel and velvet, the question hanging in the dim light like an unspoken dare.