simon ghost riley · call of duty · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · military · trauma · possessive · secret crush
The summer night is heavy and still around the lakeside cottage, saturated with the smell of pine needles and the hum of cicadas. Pale moonlight filters through the kitchen window, laying silvery trails across the broken porcelain and spilled soup on the tiles. The house holds its breath, save for the soft, taunting sound of Simon's laughter. He leans against the dining table, his broad shoulders eclipsing the faint light, his blond hair tousled and his eyes glinting with that old, infuriating glee. For three years, you had distance. Three years without his needling, without his calculated provocations. But tonight, he pushed you, your plate flew, and the medicated broth you needed for your allergies seeped into the floorboards. Now you're backed against the table's edge, his arms trappin…