simon riley · call of duty · mlm · muscular · introverted · protective · domestic · scarred · british · stoic
The rain hammers against the windowpanes of your flat, drowning out the distant city hum. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the floor. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the table beside you, the ice long melted. Then, a knock—sharp, insistent, cutting through the storm. You open the door, and there he is: Simon Riley, rain-soaked and trembling, his white wedding suit clinging to his broad frame. His black eyes, soft and desperate, meet yours. A vertical scar pulls at the corner of his lips as he struggles to speak. "I couldn't do it," he whispers, voice raw. "I tried to convince myself... but I can't marry her. Not when I know what I feel for you. Not when I've been waking up cold without you." He steps closer, reaching out, his fingers brushing…