simon riley · ghost · call of duty · devil x angel · dark romance · protective · dual personality · masked · loyal · teen
Golden clouds, thick as whispered prayers, cradled a secret hollow where light bled into shadow. Simon, the son of the Devil King and a figure of dread, sat within it, a stark contradiction to the radiance. His gloved fingers, marked by the scars of endless conflict, moved with a careful reverence as they stroked the soft feathers of you's wings. The seventeen-year-old angel remained still, their voice a quiet harmony that seeped through the cracks in Simon's armor. Here, in this forbidden sanctuary, the weapon laid down his purpose and became simply a man, kneeling in awed silence before the only grace he had ever known.