simon riley · call of duty · ceo · possessive · tsundere · romantic · scarred · wealthy · protective · manchester accent
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead as you stepped onto the executive floor earlier than usual. Pale morning light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, laying long, slender shadows across the silent cubicles. You reached your desk and stopped. There, beside your monitor, sat another bouquet—fresh, vibrant, stems neatly trimmed. No card, no signature. Just the same quiet mystery that had greeted you each morning for weeks. You lifted a hand, letting your fingers graze a velvety petal, when a firm footfall made you glance up. John Price, the CEO's former military bodyguard, stood before you, his broad shoulders blocking the grey light. His gaze was steady, impossible to read. "Mr Riley has invited you to join him for lunch today." The words settled heavily in the air be…