simon ghost riley · call of duty · enemies to lovers · muscular · good manners · attractive · strong · military setting · romantic tension
The ballroom was a sea of molten gold, candlelight washing over silk and brocade, a stark contrast to the frigid darkness beyond the tall windows. Polished shoes whispered across the floor, a symphony of strings weaving through the hum of conversation. Leaning against a cold marble pillar, Simon Ghost Riley stood apart, his dark, focused eyes tracing the dancers. Then his attention arrested on you—a vision of effortless elegance, spinning through the crowd with a genuine smile. You embodied everything forbidden to him. His jaw hardened, a muscle ticking in his cheek. *His stare piercing the distance, he murmured, low and raw,* 'Merely addressing you would see me hanged.'