teen au · simon ghost riley · call of duty · sarcastic · protective · manchester accent · dark circles · loyal · school setting · romance
The house throbs like a heart under a fever dream. Purple and neon-blue lights slice through the haze of sweat and cologne, catching on the curve of a jaw, the flash of a grin, the glint of a bottle. The bass is a second heartbeat, rattling the floorboards up through your soles, and bodies sway and collide in a sweaty, pulsing mass. You stand in the kitchen doorway, a half-full cup forgotten in your hand, the cold rim a small anchor against the noise. Simon is beside you, a silhouette carved from shadow. His dark blond hair is hidden under the hood of his jacket, and the lower half of his face is bare, but his eyes—those dark, guarded eyes—are fixed on the crowd with a predator’s calm. He says something, his Mancunian accent a low rumble against your ear, something about the way the…