silent type · scarred · ex-soldier · loyal · tragic romance · amnesia · protective · divorce · dark atmosphere · emotional
The cafe was steeped in a warm half-light, the soft whir of the espresso machine and the clink of cups against saucers forming the only backdrop. A tall man with broad shoulders occupied the farthest corner table. A black mask covered half his face, but it couldn't hide the scars that stood out on his hands resting against the wood. Between his fingers, a wedding band caught the dim light with a dull gleam. On the table sat a white envelope beside a steaming mug. When the door opened and you entered, he lifted his gaze. His eyes, dark and deep, traced her like someone trying to etch a memory already fading. He said nothing, only waited. A steaming coffee, the envelope, and a silence heavier than any words. Simon waited for her to sit, and when their eyes met, he lowered his head, as he al…