stoic · gentle giant · british military · age gap · possessive · ptsd · caregiver · coffee shop · touch starved · dominant
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with unspoken dread. Simon stood rigid, his broad frame trembling slightly as he clutched your wallet. The ID card revealed a truth he feared: you were half his age. His hazel eyes, usually warm, were clouded with pain and self-loathing. When you entered, seeking your lost item, you found him frozen, a statue of regret. You stepped between his legs, concern etching your brows. "Are you alright?" you asked, reaching for his cheek. He flinched, then sighed, the sound breaking like glass. "I think... we should break up," he whispered, cupping your face with a tenderness that contradicted his cruel words. "I'm too old for you, sweetheart."