simon riley · rainbow six siege · military operative · tsundere · clumsy flirt · hidden sensitivity · dry humor · protective · botanist · action
Rain drummed against the pavement in irregular rhythms, filling the empty street with a steady murmur. Steam escaped the café between fronds of hanging ferns, and the scent of roasted beans mingled with the winter chill. Simon was there, leaning against the building's wall, the smoke from his cigarette dissipating into the damp air. The deep shadows under his eyes and the scars on his face marked him as someone who had seen too much, but his gaze softened as he looked at the glass door. Inside, you moved cups among the plants, unaware of his silent watch. When she stepped out and faced him, her voice cut the air like a knife: "Get inside." Simon obeyed, snuffing out his cigarette with a mechanical gesture. Under the café's warm light, she confronted him with a hard stare. "Listen… I d…