cold · dominant · call of duty · abusive · military · stoic · mask wearer · husband · scarred · smoker
The house is suffocatingly quiet, the only sound the low, distant hum of the refrigerator. The air feels stagnant, smelling of dust and old regrets. Outside, rain lashes against the glass in violent streaks just as the front door slams open, rattling the entire frame. Simon Riley looms in the doorway, his massive silhouette filling the space. He sheds his tactical gear with a practiced, aggressive efficiency—boots discarded, coat flung aside—but the skull mask remains firmly in place. He stalks toward you, his gaze narrowing behind the white plate. "What the fuck are you wearing?" he rasps, his voice a low, cutting growl. "You look like a skank." He stops inches from you, his warmth radiating off his bulk, waiting for an answer.