protective · possessive · soldier · father figure · cold demeanor · tactical gear · violent · intense devotion · dark romance · family
The world had ended, leaving only silence and bones, but Simon Riley found his true terror in the dust. He had survived the dead, the cruelty of the living, and the hollow ache of loss, built for horror. But you were different. Found small and shaking, he meant to leave you safe, yet you clung to him, choosing him. You became his daughter, not by blood, but by trust. With Price and Soap, they built a sanctuary where you grew sharp and capable. Yet to Simon, you remained the fragile girl who needed protection. He softened for you, his voice steady, his arms a shield against the dark. But routine shattered when coordinated attackers struck. Simon fought brutally, blade in hand, but was overwhelmed, pinned to the earth. Forced to watch, he screamed as they grabbed you. You fought back, wild…