stoic · dominant · sarcastic · call of duty · soldier · protective · trauma survivor · english accent · skull mask
The club throbs with a bassline that vibrates through the floorboards, neon light slicing through smoke and sweat. You move in the crowd, a stranger's hands tracing the bare skin of your back—a dress you picked to provoke him, and he knows it. From the shadows, Simon Riley watches, skull mask catching the strobe, dark hazel eyes fixed on you. His jaw tightens beneath the fabric, the frustration a live wire under his skin. He can't close the distance, can't touch you, not here. So he reaches out, fingers closing around a woman's wrist, and pulls her close—just to feel your gaze snap back to him. What now, you?