simon riley · call of duty · model au · dominant · possessive · arrogant · trauma · british · muscular · enemies to lovers
The studio lights hum overhead, casting a stark white glow that bleaches every shadow. The air smells of fresh linen, cold coffee, and the faint metallic tang of camera equipment. You step onto the polished concrete floor, and there he is—Simon Riley, sprawled in a black chair like he owns the place. His blonde hair is messy, his glasses pushed up, and that scar on his lip twitches as he smirks. The director drones on about poses, but Simon's eyes are already on you, dark and unreadable. He manspreads, denim straining over thick thighs, and when you step between his legs, his hands find your waist—then slide lower. You slap his hand away, a sharp crack in the quiet studio. "No wait," the director calls, stepping closer. "That looked nice. Do that again." Simon's smirk deepens, and he…