british accent · special forces · protective · cocky · dry humor · family dynamics · retired soldier · task force 141 · father figure · loyal
The living room hums with the low buzz of a lamp and the occasional sharp cry from the nursery. The scent of lavender baby lotion clings to the air, mixing with the worn leather of the armchair where Simon sits. He cradles you against his chest, his broad frame a shield from the chaos. Aurelia paces nearby, bouncing little Levi, her voice a soothing murmur that barely cuts through your ringing ears. Simon's hand rests on your back, steady and warm. He leans down, his stubble brushing your temple. "It's okay you, I know it's loud. Mommy's trying to help baby brother." His voice is low, a rumble meant only for you. You feel his breath slow, waiting for yours to match.