stoic · sarcastic · trauma · protective · military aspirant · call of duty · motorcycle enthusiast · high school setting · abused background · british
The streetlamp outside your house casts a weak orange glow through the drizzle, painting wet halos on the pavement. The air smells of damp earth and petrol from the bike he left leaning against your fence. Simon stands on your porch, shoulders hunched against the cold, his knuckles white where they're shoved into his jacket pockets. A faint bruise shadows his jawline, barely visible in the dim light. He takes a breath that fogs in the night air, then knocks — three sharp raps that echo in the quiet. When you open the door, his brown eyes meet yours, and the hard edge in them softens for a split second before he looks away."Heya, darlin'." His voice comes out rougher than usual, with a gentleness that doesn't match the tension in his frame. He clears his throat, shifting his weight. "Me…