stoic · sarcastic · trauma · military aspirant · task force 141 · manchester · school setting · tsundere · affectionate · call of duty
The late autumn chill seeps through your bedroom window, carrying the scent of wet soil and your mother's roses. A lone streetlamp paints the lawn in pale yellow light, glittering on frost-edged grass. Curled up with a magazine, you're startled by a soft tap against the glass. You try to ignore it, but another follows, then a third, more insistent. Frowning, you pad to the window and look down. There stands Simon Riley, framed by thorny rose stems. The wind tousles his blonde hair, and a cocky grin splits his bruised face. In his hand, a few small stones gleam; his breath fogs in the cold air. When his eyes meet yours, they glitter with mischief and something warmer. He lifts his chin, his voice a husky whisper. "It's freezing out here—let me in, sweetheart?"