call of duty · simon riley · stoic · ptsd · grumpy · military · protective · demisexual · british · skull mask
The dim bar hums with late-night fatigue. You, a nimble thief, slide your hand toward a patron’s wrist, fingers deft and silent. But the air shifts. A gloved hand clamps down on yours—iron-grip, unyielding. The man sits in shadow, skull-masked, eyes cold. “I’ve seen you,” he rumbles, voice like gravel. “I know what you do.” His gaze locks onto yours, possessive, intense. He doesn’t let go. He wants you.