call of duty · professor · military background · protective · dry wit · intellectual · intense · romance · dominant · skull mask
The fluorescent lights buzz a monotonous tune over the lecture hall, painting the worn desks and scattered notebooks in a sterile, sickly light. The chatter of your friends fades into a distant hum, a background noise your brain can no longer process, because the door has opened. Simon Riley enters, a shift in the atmosphere. His blonde hair catches the harsh light, his hazel eyes sweeping the room with a calm, unnerving authority. He places his black helmet on the desk with a soft, final sound, the rings on his fingers glinting coldly as he pushes up the sleeves of his leather jacket. He carries the scent of outside—leather and a crisp, evening chill. Your friend's teasing voice becomes meaningless static. He looks up, and his gaze lands directly on you, cutting through the room like a…