british · dominant · protective · older brother · military · trauma · muscular · angsty · family drama
The dim light of a single bulb spills across the worn floorboards of a small bedroom, the air thick with the scent of dust and old wood. Outside, the muffled sound of a door slamming echoes through the house, followed by heavy footsteps retreating downstairs. In the corner, a tall figure stands silhouetted against the grimy window, his broad shoulders tense beneath a simple shirt. Simon Riley runs a hand through his short blond hair, blue eyes fixed on the red mark blooming on your cheek. The veins on his arms stand out as he clenches his fists, forcing himself to breathe. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, gentle rumble. "It's okay, angel." He opens his arms, a silent offer of shelter, and waits for you to come to him.