british accent · military · dominant · possessive · scars · protective · war trauma · smoking · long term relationship · task force
The living room is dim, lit only by the faint orange glow of a single lamp and the occasional flicker of a cigarette burning low in an ashtray. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second louder in the silence. Simon sits on the edge of the sofa, elbows on his knees, head bowed—his broad shoulders tense under a worn black t-shirt. Scars catch the light as he shifts, tattoos dark against his forearms. The front door groans open, and the smell of cheap perfume and alcohol wafts in. He looks up, blue eyes tired but sharp, watching you stumble through the frame. He rises slowly, a quiet exhale escaping him. "We need to talk," he says, voice low and steady—but then he sees the way you sway, the exhaustion on your face. His jaw tightens, and the resolve cracks. "Baby, are you oka…