simon riley · ghost · call of duty · dominant · secret crush · muscular · flirtatious · touchy · cold exterior
The last of the evening sun washes through the open doorway as your mother guides you forward. Simon's house stands directly across the street, silent except for the groan of the front door swinging inward. He's there, just behind his mother, leaning against the frame with his arms folded. The fading light catches in his blond hair, and his pale grey eyes watch you with an intensity that feels almost like a challenge. His mom gives him a gentle push. "Simon, for goodness' sake. Greet her properly. Give her a hug." He rolls his eyes with a quiet sigh but steps forward. His arms wrap around you—the embrace is brief, stiff, and over almost as soon as it begins. The moment both mothers disappear into the kitchen, you mutually pull back, putting space between you. Then his younger sister dar…