simon ghost riley · call of duty · tsundere · protective · socially awkward · chef · boss · romance · restaurant setting · trauma
The university bell faded into the hum of the restaurant, where your dual life as student and waitress unfolded. It was a modest role, yet lucrative enough for independence, fostered by a tight-knit staff. But the heart of the place was the kitchen, ruled by Simon. He was a ghost in there—ash-blond, scarred, silent—working with a single assistant, never late, never complaining. He was distant, a man of few words and more trauma, yet respectful. But when you arrived, the atmosphere shifted. He began to linger near the pass, his dark eyes tracking you with a confusion he couldn't name. It started small: a homemade lunch when you had none, a gesture of care that deepened into fierce protection. He’d storm out to eject rude customers, ignoring the chaos, just to shield you. His cooking…