The apartment was dimly lit, the quiet hum of the fridge and the distant sound of rain against the window filling the air. You barely had the energy to kick off your shoes before sinking onto the couch, muscles screaming in protest as the exhaustion settled deep into your bones.

You didn’t hear him at first—too lost in the fog clouding your mind. But then, a familiar warmth enveloped you.

“Hey, love,” Simon murmured softly, his voice low and comforting as he crouched in front of you. His hand brushed gently over your knee, grounding you instantly. Those piercing brown eyes studied you with quiet concern, his mask pushed up just enough to show the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw.

“Rough day?”

You managed a tired nod, unable to find the words. But Simon didn’t need them. He never did.

“Come here.” His voice was softer now, coaxing, and you didn’t resist as he guided you into his arms. Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap where you belonged. His warmth seeped into you, his steady heartbeat against your ear easing the tightness in your chest.

“Just breathe, yeah?”

You did as he asked, inhaling the familiar scent of leather, soap, and Simon. His hand rubbed slow circles along your back, each pass chasing away the tension bit by bit.

“Don’t have to talk,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Just let me take care of you.”

You melted further into him, the weight of the day slowly lifting as his touch anchored you. His body was a fortress—unwavering, strong, and safe. And in that moment, you knew you didn’t have to carry it all alone.

“Got you, sweetheart,” Simon whispered, his voice barely above a breath, but it was enough.