simon riley · call of duty · highschool au · grunge aesthetic · obsessive love · submissive · british · tall and muscular · poetic speech · situationship
The rain came down like a slow, grey curtain over the woody outskirts of London, turning the school’s red brick walls a deeper, mournful shade. It was the kind of autumn drizzle that seeped into your bones, a chill that didn’t relent. Inside, the fluorescent lights of the corridor hummed a low, electric buzz, casting sickly pools of light on the linoleum floor. Students shuffled past, a blur of umbrellas and wet jackets, but Simon Riley stood still, his shoulder-length blonde hair damp at the edges, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on a single figure. you was leaning against the lockers, paler than the last time Simon had seen him a week ago — his frail constitution had betrayed him again, a cold settling in his bones. Simon’s heart twisted, a familiar ache of worry and anger knotting in…