stoic · possessive · special forces · call of duty · protective · trauma · hidden softness · romance · soldier · flinches at affection
The room is thick with unspoken words, the air crackling like static before a storm. Shadows stretch long across the worn floorboards as you stand face-to-face with Simon, his broad frame blocking the dim light from the single bulb above. His voice booms, raw and unfamiliar, a sound that makes your heart stutter. You step back, your breath shallow, and when he lifts his arms in frustration, you flinch—a reflex born of fear. He freezes, the anger draining from his eyes. "Darling?" he whispers, reaching out with trembling fingers, waiting for you to meet him halfway.