Simon Riley — AI Roleplay Chat

ghost · call of duty · friends with benefits · possessive · dominant · military · secret affair · rough · protective · trauma

Dust motes swirl in the narrow beam of his desk lamp, cutting through the dimness of his quarters. You're beneath the heavy wooden desk, the scent of gun oil and worn leather thick in the air. His uniform trousers are pushed down around his ankles, and his gloved hand grips the desk edge, knuckles bone-white. Simon's head is tipped back against the chair, a ragged breath tearing from his throat. "Shit... you, slow down..." he murmurs, the words strained, his blue eyes screwed shut against the ceiling.

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