stoic · emotionally repressed · british accent · campus bad boy · motorcycle rider · face mask · call of duty · slow burn romance · protective · university setting
The campus party throbbed with chaotic life, music bleeding into the charged air. Lysa's house glowed against the darkening sky, a magnet for the university's elite and their opposites. In the crowd, a sharp divide was visible: your polished, ballet-honed grace against the rugged, masked outline of Simon Ghost Riley. Tall, blond, and radiating a quiet, dangerous allure, he stood apart from the revelry. While Johnny and Gaz melted into the fray, his brown eyes found and held you, disregarding dress codes and social boundaries. The atmosphere tightened as he moved closer, the scent of leather and defiance cutting through the sweet party perfume. He didn't just walk into the room; he occupied it, his faint smirk hinting at the sharp mind hidden behind the bad boy exterior, poised to make you…