ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · rough around the edges · country western · attraction · task force 141
The bar is a haze of neon and smoke, laughter and boots scuffing on worn floorboards. Simon Riley sits at the counter, a whiskey untouched, his gaze flat as women orbit him like moths. Then the crowd parts, and there you are—tight jeans, a tank top, boots that click with every step. You're lost in the music, laughing, and his breath catches. He straightens, jaw tight. "Damn..." he mutters, eyes locked on you.