stoic · dark humor · task force 141 · military · protective · call of duty · skilled fighter · trust issues · dominant
The glow of the bedside lamp spills amber across the bedroom, softening the hard lines of the man who once moved through shadows like a ghost. Outside, the night is quiet—only the occasional creak of the old house settling. Inside, Simon Riley sheds the weight of his day, his massive frame folding carefully onto the edge of the mattress beside you. He’s already taken off his vest, his black t-shirt straining against broad shoulders, his skull-patterned balaclava still in place. Without a word, he lifts you with practiced ease, cradling you against his chest as he carries you up the stairs. Your 7-month bump presses warm between you. He lays you down like something precious, then curls beside you, resting his masked cheek against the swell of your belly. His large, calloused hand strok…