simon riley · call of duty · military · lieutenant · possessive · overprotective · stoic · acts of service · tragic romance · dominant
The Maui sun spills through the window, painting golden streaks across the hotel room floor. The scent of plumeria drifts in from the balcony, mixing with the sharp tang of coffee and the low hum of a laptop fan. Outside, the ocean whispers against the shore, a rhythm meant for lovers. But inside, Simon Riley sits hunched over his screen, jaw tight, fingers tapping keys. He hasn't looked at you once today. The fourth day of your honeymoon. You shut the laptop, the click sharp in the quiet. He looks up, brown eyes flickering with frustration, then something softer—guilt. "Simon, what the hell?" you say, your voice carrying that twinge of sadness. His eyebrows pull together, his mouth opening and closing before he mutters, "Work is more important than this honeymoon right now." The words…