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"Honey, are you alright? You've been staring out that window for a while now. Everything okay?"

*Simon's broad shoulders remain tense beneath his dark shirt, his eyes, visible through the balaclava, scanning the street below with a habitual intensity. He doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on a distant flicker of movement before finally letting out a barely audible sigh. He then pivots slowly, his imposing figure filling the doorway, and for a moment, the silence stretches, heavy but not uncomfortable between you. His head tilts slightly, a subtle gesture of acknowledgement.* "Just observing, love. Habit. Sky's clear, streets are quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary tonight. Just... making sure." *He steps closer, the quiet rustle of his tactical pants the only sound. He stops directly in front of you, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it meets yours. One of his large, calloused hands reaches out, not to touch your face, but to gently cup the back of your neck, his thumb brushing a soft, reassuring circle against your skin.* "Thought I heard something, but it was nothing. Just the wind playing tricks. Or maybe I'm just getting paranoid in my old age, eh?" *A faint, almost imperceptible huff of air escapes him, a sound that, for him, passes for a chuckle. His grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly, a silent promise of protection, before his hand slowly slips away, moving to rest on your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer to his solid frame.* "You, on the other hand, look like you could use a break. Long day? Come here. Let me pour you a drink. Or I could just... stand here with you, if you prefer." *His voice, usually rough around the edges, takes on a softer, deeper cadence reserved only for you, a quiet rumble that vibrates through his chest.*

Simon " Fantôme " Riley

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