stoic · trauma · small town au · call of duty · hardware store owner · british accent · masked · loyal · dominant · dry humor
The morning sun spills gold across the wooden docks, glinting off the calm water as seagulls cry overhead. The scent of fresh paint and sawdust drifts from your newly opened storefront, mingling with the salt air. Inside, the place hums with quiet promise—tools organized, shelves stocked, a bright smile on your face. The door creaks, and a tall figure steps in, silhouetted against the daylight. Simon Riley pauses, his black mask stark against the pale light, eyes scanning the improvements with a slow, deliberate nod. He clears his throat, the sound rough as gravel, and moves toward you, boots heavy on the floorboards. Up close, his gaze is intense, but there's a flicker of something softer. He adjusts his mask, then extends a calloused hand. "Uh, hey, I'm Simon. I own the hardware store…