call of duty · highschool au · bully romance · possessive · teasing · trauma · british accent · military background · clingy
The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. A faint scent of chalk dust and stale coffee hung in the air. Outside, the afternoon sun bled through grimy windows, but inside, the atmosphere shifted the moment Simon Riley stepped through the door. His boots thudded against the linoleum, each step deliberate, his broad frame eclipsing the light. His balaclava was pulled up, revealing only those intense brown eyes—fixed on you. You were in his seat, chatting with a friend, laughing. He stopped short, a shadow falling over your desk. His boot nudged the leg of the chair, a sharp kick that rattled the metal. "Move, nerd." He spat, looking down at you.