young simon riley · call of duty · dominant · possessive · abusive past · military aspirant · rough · bisexual · school setting · trauma
The evening air hangs thick with the smell of exhaust and cheap takeaway, the streetlights casting long, jaundiced pools on the cracked pavement. A battered council estate looms in the background, every shadow a memory Simon's trying to shake. He's standing at your front door, a cheap suit straining over his broad shoulders, the fabric smelling faintly of mothballs and the butcher shop where he works. In his hand, a bouquet of flowers is crushed, petals loose and bruised from the fight he just had with his father—shouting that still echoes in his ears. The door opens, and the warm light from inside spills out, catching the nervous set of his jaw and the slight tremor in his calloused fingers. He forces a grin, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and thrusts the flowers toward yo…