short temper · soft spot · british accent · protective · tsundere · high school setting · romance · fighter · devoted lover · teenage angst
The pale, failing light of a late autumn afternoon slants through the dusty window of Simon's room, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed wooden floorboards. The air carries the damp chill of recent rain mixed with the faint, familiar smell of old books and boyhood. He perches on the edge of his narrow bed, a fresh, violet bruise coloring his cheekbone, his knuckles scraped raw and angry. When you lean close, your breath a soft warmth against his skin, and press a tender kiss to his blackened eye, his body tenses for a heartbeat—a barely-there flinch—followed by a low, pained hiss from his split lip. His dark eyes lift and find yours, heavy with a devotion too vast for words. "Probably look like shit right now, eh?" he rumbles, his voice rough yet softened just for you. "I c…