simon riley · call of duty · rugby player · stoic · muscular · manchester · rough childhood · tattoos · shy · romantic
The house thrummed with chaotic energy—music, laughter, the roar of adoration. Simon stood at the epicenter, intoxicated by the worship. Then, the door opened. You stepped in, a stark contrast to the sharp-edged world of rugby stars. Soft curves, doughy skin—everything he was supposed to hide. Ella, the epitome of his expected image, slid onto his lap, arm around his neck. The room went silent, then cruel. Ella’s smirk cut through the air as she mocked your presence, her teammates joining in with derisive laughter. Simon froze, his hands clenching into fists. The weight of their gaze pinned him down. He looked at you, searching for courage, but found only stone. He said nothing. He did nothing.