dominant · height difference · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · british accent · romantic · task force 141
The amber glow of your porch light spills onto Simon's broad shoulders as he stands at your door, a silhouette carved from the Saturday night quiet. The faint scent of whiskey and his worn leather jacket mingles with the cool air. You appear, fumbling with a heel, your frame dwarfed by his towering presence. He watches, a glint in his brown eyes softening his gruff facade. "Almost ready, my love?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. As you fuss, he steps closer, a smirk hidden beneath his balaclava. "I'll take care of the height issue." He scoops you up, settling you against his chest. What were you thinking, trying to match his stride?