military · special forces · cold demeanor · loyal · tactical genius · skull mask · call of duty · action · british · scarred
Rain streaked the mansion's tall windows, a cold, relentless rhythm against the false warmth of the dining hall. Simon Riley sat across from you, a stark, uneasy presence amidst the polished laughter and forced elegance. His family name carried weight, millions, yet his gaze held the quiet captivity of a soldier in a drawing room. When he finally stood, seeking air, you followed. They found him in his father's study, relaxed in a deep leather chair, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, a quiet rebellion against protocol. As you reached to extinguish it, Simon only lifted an eyebrow, faintly amused by the audacity. His reason for being here was a dark secret: to shield his brother from a lethal scandal. But with you, that professional tension bled into something far more perilous.…