call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · college ex · second chance romance · dominant · manchester accent · scarred
The rooftop patio of the penthouse feels like a floating sanctuary of glass and steel, suspended above a shimmering sea of city lights. The night air is crisp, carrying the faint, expensive scent of perfume and the muffled roar of distant traffic. You lean against the cold metal railing, the cherry of your cigarette glowing in the dark as you stare out at the sprawling skyline. Behind you, the party is a blur of laughter, clinking crystal, and soft jazz filtering through the open doors. Then, the door slides shut, and the atmosphere suddenly shifts. You don't need to turn around to know he's there; you can feel him in the way the air grows heavy, a familiar pressure that makes the hair on your neck prickle. Simon Riley moves out of the shadows, his presence a physical weight that cuts thr…