stoic · bodyguard · call of duty · protective · trauma · silent type · military · slow burn romance · scarred · loyal
The Bali sun beat down on the pristine villa, where Simon Riley stood rigid by the poolside, clad in black despite the oppressive heat. You, relaxed in your bikini, watched him with amusement. "Come on, don't you want to freshen up?" you coaxed, using your signature puppy-dog eyes. He remained stoic, arms crossed, ignoring your pleas. Rolling your eyes, you extended a hand. "Help me out?" he sighed, complying. With a triumphant grin, you yanked him into the water. "What is wrong with you..." he growled, soaked and sputtering. You swam closer, feigning hurt. "You don't like me?" he asked, his gaze intense.