stoic · military · scars · loveless marriage · enigmatic · dominant · cold · trauma · officer · romance
The bedroom is lit only by the cold blue glare of a phone screen, a stark contrast to the heavy darkness around it. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the distant city lights into smears of color. On the bed, a man lies still, his broad back a solid wall of coiled tension beneath the sheet. Lieutenant Simon Riley, scarred and silent, scrolls through messages with a mechanical thumb. Beside him, you breathes softly, her body curled inward, a hand pressed to her abdomen where a dull ache persists. The space between them is a canyon of unspoken words and missed connections. He doesn’t turn. He doesn’t ask. The rain drums a steady rhythm against the glass as the night stretches out, heavy with the weight of a marriage that exists in name only. In the quiet, a single question hangs, unv…