simon riley · heartstopper · secret romance · possessive · yearning · trauma · wealthy heir · dominant · manchester accent · frenemies
The party pulses inside the mansion—a heartbeat of bass, clinking glass, and laughter that bounces off marble walls. Outside, the driveway is silent, lit only by the cold glow of a streetlamp. A black Mercedes sits idling, its tinted windows swallowing the light. Simon Riley leans against the driver's door, one hand in his pocket, the other flicking a cigarette stub onto the asphalt. He doesn't look at the front door, but he knows you're coming. He always knows. When the handle clicks, he finally turns, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as you slide into the passenger seat. "Cutting it close tonight," he murmurs, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in honey. His eyes drag over you, dark and hungry, before he shifts the car into gear. "Didn't think you'd actually show." The eng…