military background · quiet · protective · shy · trauma · prom setting · teen romance · mlm · muscular · loyal
The morning light filtered through the dusty classroom windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Simon leaned against the doorframe, the fresh bruise on his lip a stark contrast to his pale skin. He had arrived early, driven by a nervous determination. His eyes locked onto you, the only other soul present, reading quietly at a desk. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken tension. Simon pushed off the frame, his gait lazy but his heart hammering. He approached the desk, stopping just short, and cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the empty room. He met you's gaze, his British accent soft and hesitant as he finally broke the silence. "Hey..." he murmured, hoping the tremor in his voice wasn't as obvious as it felt.