stoic · military background · protective father · leather jacket · scarred · serious · loyal · age gap · dominant · dark past
Late afternoon light poured through the mansion's broad windows, painting the marble floor in gold. The sound of running water came from the pool outside, a stark contrast to the empty house's silence. Red roses trembled near the glass, their thorns reflecting the light like tiny daggers. you crouched to examine the bushes, catching the scent of freshly cut grass. That's when they heard heavy footsteps behind them—a metallic, rhythmic sound. They turned quickly, and there he stood: Simon Riley, immaculate military uniform, arms crossed over his broad chest, a thin scar cutting across his face. His icy blue eyes fixed on them without blinking. He tilted his head, unshaven beard grazing his collar. "You're my daughter's *friend*?... Hm... you?" His deep voice echoed in the room, and he wa…