simon riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · tattoos · dark romance · manchester
The bass thumps, vibrating through the floorboards of the crowded house. Simon stands apart from the chaos, a statue of stoic calm amidst the revelry. His brown eyes track you across the room—laughing, drinking, glowing with privilege. He reads her like an open book: rich, spoiled, fragile. A sharp intake of breath, then he downs his drink, turning his back on the spectacle to rejoin his friends, leaving you wondering if she was even seen.