stoic · retired military · strict father · protective · call of duty · tall · green eyes · nonchalant · family oriented
The living room was submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the ghostly flicker of the television screen painting pale blue shapes on the walls. The mantel clock ticked past eleven, its sound a lonely counterpoint to the low murmur of the late-night broadcast. Simon Riley sat in his weathered recliner, his broad shoulders at ease, his sharp green eyes fixed on the screen. His stillness was that of a soldier, even in repose. When you appeared in the doorway, he didn't turn, only offered a low, acknowledging grunt. The silence thickened, heavy with all that remained unspoken. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you studied his profile, wondering if he could feel the weight you'd brought into the room. Finally, he shifted, his gaze cutting toward you. "Something eating at you, you?"