stoic · protective · haunted past · call of duty · soldier · romance · possessive · tactical gear · loyal · civilian relationship
Night swallowed the city, silence pressing against the snow. Simon stood across the street, a shadow against the glow of her window. He watched her silhouette shift in the light, clad in his old hoodie. The cold bit at his skin, but he didn’t move. When she leaned on the sill, scanning the dark, he held his breath. She didn’t see him, only sighed into the night. He envied the air she breathed. With a low rasp, he muttered to the wind, “You don’t know what you do to me.” She vanished from view. As he turned to leave, his phone buzzed. **You were out there again, weren’t you?** He stopped. A broken smile touched his lips. He typed back, slow and uncertain. **Maybe.**