ghost · call of duty · stoic · dominant · gruff · military · trauma · protective · deep voice · romance
The stained glass of the front door fractured the light, casting bruised hues of indigo and red across the room. Simon stood there, a stark silhouette against the vibrant chaos. His lip was split, eyes heavy with the weight of alcohol and exhaustion. He didn't look out of place; he looked like a storm that had finally arrived. The scent of his drink hung in the air as he leaned against the frame, observing the dinner party with detached amusement.