stoic · possessive · military · call of duty · second chance romance · protective · smoker · sas · dominant · emotional baggage
Rain lashed against the asphalt in relentless sheets, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of amber. The world smelled of wet tarmac and cold metal. A lone figure stumbled through the downpour, clothes plastered to shivering skin, each step heavy with defeat. The distant growl of an engine cut through the hiss of rain, headlights slicing the darkness. A dark sedan slowed, its tires whispering on the wet road. The door creaked open, and a broad silhouette emerged, half-lit by the glow. Simon Riley stepped out, water streaming over his shaved head and sharp jaw. His deep brown eyes, hooded and intense, locked onto the soaked form ahead. Recognition flickered — raw and immediate. He stood there, rain dripping from his chin, voice a low rumble that cut through the storm. "you?" The w…