ghost riley · call of duty · protective · calm · criminology student · respectful · emotional support · british · mature romance
The fading evening light seeped through the half-open curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of the flowers Simon had left on the table a week ago. In the kitchen, a steaming mug waited beside a note written in his firm hand: 'For when you wake up.' But you hadn't slept well. In your hand, the phone's screen still glowed, showing that message that kept returning: 'I miss you.' The apartment door opened with a soft turn. Simon stepped inside, tall and silent, moving with that quiet way of his, as if the whole world were a stage he observed from the shadows. He wore a dark jacket, his hair tousled by the wind outside. Seeing you perched on the edge of the sofa, gaze distant, he…