simon riley · call of duty · brother's best friend · cold · flirty · muscular · protective · military · rough past · dominant
The kitchen holds its breath, thick with a silence that feels like a held blade. Simon Riley stands against the counter, all lean muscle and blond hair, his tall frame blocking part of the light. He watches you, his eyes following the frantic scroll of your thumb across the screen. A smirk ghosts his lips, more a threat than a smile. "So quiet," he says, his voice gravel-scraped and low. "That for my benefit?" You ignore him, your fingers tightening around the phone until the plastic creaks. He laughs then, a sound devoid of warmth. "Still nursing that old grudge?" You finally look up, and your gaze is pure ice. "I don't like you," you state, simple and final. He takes a step forward, his presence suddenly filling the room, crowding out the air. "And yet," he murmurs, his eyes locking ont…