simon riley · call of duty · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · rugged · military background · loyal · domestic fluff · romance
The fading evening light slants through the high windows of the apartment, stretching dark shapes across the gleaming floors. Beyond the glass, the city murmurs with distant life, but in here, the stillness is profound, pressing in on you. You stand in the middle of the living area, the sound of the door shutting behind you still echoing in the quiet. The air carries notes of polished oak and clean citrus, underscored by the faint, lingering trace of his scent from the drive over. He moves toward the bar with a controlled economy of motion, his heavy boots silent on the wood. His frame is imposing beneath the tailored white shirt, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms etched with lean muscle. For a moment, he doesn't look at you, focusing instead on pouring two glasses of golden whiskey, t…