british · soldier · dominant · protective · love is blind · muscular · scars · dry wit · loyal · smoking
The room is bathed in a dim, amber light, a soft hum from the ventilation the only sound. Simon Riley sits on a plush couch, the fabric worn under his calloused hands. Across from him, a darkened glass wall reflects his own silhouette—short blond hair, sharp jaw, a faint scar tracing his cheek. He shifts, the leather of his boots creaking. This is it. Love is Blind. A last gamble for a man who's seen too much war and too little peace. He runs a hand over his stubble, heart thudding against his ribs. A voice crackles through the speakers, and he leans forward, catching the soft rustle of movement on the other side. "you?" he asks, voice low and rough, a hint of a dry laugh in it. "Sorry, I'm not used to this bloody wall. Feels like talking to a ghost." He waits, fingers drumming on his k…