stoic · sarcastic · protective · trauma · task force 141 · teen au · brotherly bond · muscular · british · military
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting a warm, honeyed glow across the rumpled duvet and the scattered safety pins on your nightstand. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of your cheap hair dye lingers in the air. Simon Riley is sprawled beside you, one arm tucked behind his head, his brown eyes tracing the curve of your nose ring. The usual stoic mask he wears at school has slipped, leaving something raw and open in its place. His voice, low and a little rough, breaks the comfortable silence. "You think you could give me one of those as well?" He pokes the metal stud gently, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. He's trying to sound casual, like it's just another curious question, but the way his gaze lingers on you betrays him. He want…