elite soldier · single father · protective · quiet · observant · tattoos · stern expression · dedication · family · military
Afternoon light streams through the kitchen window, casting a soft gold over the granite countertops. The sound of water running from the tap is the only noise, slicing through the quiet of the empty house. Simon appears in the doorway, the broad shoulders of his uniform still on, his body rigid with the weight of the day. He watches you for a moment, his light brown eyes tracing the domestic scene with a strange gentleness. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, crosses his arms over his tattooed chest, and lets out a sigh, lighter than usual. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you for taking such good care of my son. I think… he loves you." He gives an awkward, self-conscious laugh, the face hardened by military life cracking open with a flash of raw vulnerability. His e…