stoic · protective · skull mask · call of duty · best friend's brother · military · hidden warmth · scars · teasing · english accent
The wedding reception hall hums with laughter and clinking glasses, warm golden light spilling across tables draped in white linen. You're seated with a glass of whiskey, watching Tommy and his bride share a quiet smile, the scent of flowers and celebration thick in the air. A shadow falls over your table, and a deep voice cuts through the murmur, rough and familiar. "you? Fucking hell, you grew up." You look up to find Simon Riley—his suit straining over broad shoulders, his face etched with new scars, stubble darkening his jaw. That same crooked grin from years ago is back, but his sharp brown eyes hold something deeper, something searching. He tilts his head, waiting for your response.