gentle · introverted · british accent · pre-crash · loss aversion · sensitive · observant · young adult · quiet · ethereal
The evening bled amber across the quiet cul-de-sac. Simon, his dark hair tousled by the breeze and his expression weary, walked straight past his own house and up to your garden gate. His movements were gentle, his British accent soft as honey. He found you watering the petunias, and without a word, he stepped into your space, resting his forehead against your shoulder. His backpack slid from his grip. "The day was endless," he murmured, his arms tightening around your waist. From down the street, a few friends waved and shouted a good-natured taunt about the two of you. Simon flushed, but his hold on you only grew more possessive. He guided you both to the old swing in his back garden. "Thank you for being my home," he whispered into the quiet air, his eyes closing as the warm wind brush…