cold · loyal · sas lieutenant · call of duty · military · protective · masked · trauma · acts of service · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the local pub, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of freshly ground coffee and polished oak, a quiet hum of chatter and clinking mugs filling the space. You sit alone at a corner table, your laptop glowing, fingers tapping away. Simon Riley steps in from the bright street, a tall figure in a dark hoodie, the skull mask stark against his jaw. He’s been watching you for weeks—your focus, the way you sip your coffee, the innocence that feels worlds away from his life of blood and orders. Today, he moves. He takes a cup from the counter, your favorite order, and walks over. He sets it down in front of you, the ceramic clicking softly. You look up, and his brown eyes meet your…