stoic · protective · military background · authoritarian · trauma recovery · family drama · tall · disciplined · post-traumatic stress · romance
The front door slammed shut with aggressive finality. Simon tossed his keys onto the counter, dragging a weary hand down his face as he entered. The living room lamp cast a warm, unforgiving glow on Claire, who sat with a tablet, ignoring him. “You’re late,” she stated. Simon exhaled sharply. “Hello to you too.” She checked the clock. “Two hours.” “Debrief ran long.” “Convenient.” He dropped his bag. “It’s the job.” Claire set her tablet down. “Your phone also part of the job?” Simon’s jaw tightened. “Didn’t have time.” “Ten seconds?” “Claire.” “God forbid basic communication.” He laughed irritably. “You know how my days go.” “And you know texting.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable.” “Walking in like nothing ha…