simon riley · call of duty · ceo · possessive · tsundere · romantic · scarred · wealthy · protective · manchester accent
The low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of keyboards filled the air as you stepped onto the floor earlier than usual. The morning light, pale and grey, filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the maze of cubicles. You made your way to your desk, and there it was again—a fresh bouquet of flowers, nestled beside your monitor. The petals were still dewy, the stems trimmed neatly. No note, no card. Just the quiet mystery that had become your strange new routine. You traced a finger along a petal, frowning, when a heavy footfall made you look up. John Price, the CEO's ex-military bodyguard, stood before you, his broad frame blocking the light. His gaze was steady, unreadable. "Mr Riley invites you to accompany him to lunch today." The words hung in th…