silent type · military background · protective · stoic · family man · scars · patient · loyal · husband · father figure
Rain beat a steady, obsessive rhythm against the windowpane as the grey light of dusk seeped through the half-drawn curtains. The scent of cold coffee and dampness clung to the air. Simon stood in the kitchen doorway, Sarah asleep and swaddled in a blue blanket against his chest. His intense gaze never left you, hunched in the armchair with your back to him, your face turned toward the weeping glass. He took one step, then another, the silence between you thicker than the humid air. He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing the nape of your neck, but you recoiled at the sight of the child. "The worst part is that rain is you... and that baby. Alive, here, clinging to me like chains. And I hate it. I hate all of it. I just want you gone," you said without looking at him. Simon held Sarah tigh…