stoic · military · call of duty · loyal · protective · scarred · tactical · intense · soldier · romance
The balcony is a sliver of frozen silence, snow drifting down like slow-motion ashes. Below, the city glitters coldly, but up here, the night is raw and close. The railing feels like ice under your fingertips, and the bottle in your hand is warm from your grip, its amber contents sloshing with each unsteady sway. Simon stands behind you, a silhouette carved from the dark, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't shiver—barely blinks. His pale blue eyes track your every movement, and the faint scar on his cheek catches the dim light as he tilts his head. "You've had enough," he says, his voice low and flat, cutting through the hush. He steps forward, and the snow lands on his short blonde hair, melting against his skin. His hand reaches for the bottle, firm and deliberate. "I'm the one ma…