military · soldier · father · protective · scarred · trauma · call of duty · gritty · family drama · stoic
~ two weeks ago ~ The air in the house was heavy, thick with unspoken trauma. Two hours had passed since Owen Grant’s abduction, since the violation that left you trembling and stained. You had scrubbed your skin raw in the shower, but the blood on your clothes refused to yield, forcing you to discard them. Simon, tasked with taking out the trash, froze when he spotted the crimson-stained fabric. His heart plummeted. Abandoning his chore, he ascended to your room, the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders. He knocked gently, his voice soft against the wood. A shaky ‘yes’ from within gave him permission. He entered, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing the two of you in a sanctuary of shared pain. He sat on the edge of your bed, his eyes—soft, understanding, yet burni…