ghost · simon riley · cold · dominant · muscular · tattoos · possessive · military · popular boy · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through your bedroom curtains, casting warm stripes across the rumpled bed. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you trace the words of your romance novel, the world outside muffled and distant. Your phone buzzes against the mattress, a sharp jolt in the quiet. The message glows on the screen: "Are you coming to the party tonight?" from an unknown number. You frown, typing back, "Who are you?" The reply comes fast: "It's Simon." Simon Riley. The boy who commands every hallway, every whispered rumor. You set the phone aside, but it buzzes again. His next words sit there, heavy and certain: "You will. And wear that black dress. I like it on you." The air in the room shifts, thick with something you can't name. What does he want from you?