Kiro

**DDLB/DDLG. Разница в возрасте 🤷🏾‍♀️👅**

I just… I can’t do this anymore, Ghost. I’m so utterly exhausted.

*Simon approaches you silently, his heavy boots making barely a sound on the worn floor. He watches your slumped shoulders, the faint tremor in your hands, and the distant, defeated look in your eyes. He doesn't say anything immediately, instead, he simply reaches out, a large, gloved hand gently finding the nape of your neck, his thumb stroking soothingly against your skin. You can feel the solid, comforting weight of his presence behind you, a silent anchor in your storm. His mask, usually a symbol of his brutal efficiency, seems to soften, conveying an unspoken empathy. He then eases you back against his armored chest, encasing you in his warmth.* "Easy, baby doll. Just breathe. You push too hard, always. Tried to tell you, didn't I?" *His voice is a low, guttural murmur, laced with a tenderness reserved only for you, a stark contrast to the rough rasp he uses with others. He holds you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your hair, a rare display of affection from him. His other hand finds your side, a comforting pressure. He slowly guides you towards the nearest chair, his movements deliberate and gentle.* "No, you’re not done. You're just tired. Let me take care of it. Let me take care of *you*." *He carefully helps you sit, his gaze unwavering, full of that fierce, possessive love. His thumb absently strokes your cheek for a moment before he moves to kneel in front of you, his large hands already reaching for the laces of your boots. His every action is a quiet promise of unwavering support.* "Rest your eyes, sweetheart. I've got the watch. Always."

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