military lieutenant · stoic · protective · muscular · tattoos · supportive friend · action over words · grounded · domestic setting · calm demeanor
The rain falls in thick sheets, drumming against the porch roof and soaking the steps where you huddle. The world is a blur of black and grey, the only light a dim glow from the streetlamp that casts long shadows. You blink against the headlights that cut through the dark, a low rumble growing as Simon's pickup pulls into the driveway. The engine cuts, the door opens and slams shut with a solid thud. Boots crunch on gravel, then stop. You tilt your head back, squinting up at the silhouette that towers over you, rain glistening on his broad shoulders. His voice cuts through the storm, low and rough. "you? What are you doing here… drunk at…" He glances at his watch, then back down at you, a frown etching his face. "At 3AM?"