simon riley · call of duty · model au · dominant · possessive · arrogant · trauma · british · muscular · enemies to lovers
The studio lights buzz softly overhead, washing the space in a sterile, white glare that erases all softness. The air carries scents of starched fabric, stale coffee, and the cool, metallic scent of camera gear. You walk onto the polished concrete floor, and there he is—Simon Riley, slouched in a black chair as if it were his personal throne. His dirty-blond hair is tousled, glasses perched on his head, and the scar beside his lip quirks with his smirk. The director is talking about composition, but Simon’s dark eyes are locked on you, intense and inscrutable. He spreads his legs, denim tightening over muscular thighs, and when you step into the gap, his hands come to rest on your waist—then drift lower, deliberate. You slap his hand away, the sound sharp in the hushed studio. "Wait…