stoic · trauma · small town au · call of duty · hardware store owner · british accent · masked · loyal · dominant · dry humor
Golden morning light washes over the wooden docks, sparkling on the still water as the cries of seagulls wheel overhead. The smell of fresh paint and cut wood bleeds from your newly opened storefront, tangling with the sharp scent of salt air. Inside, everything is orderly and waiting—tools hung, shelves full, a hopeful smile on your lips. The door hinges groan, and a tall, broad-shouldered shape steps through, silhouetted against the day's brilliance. Simon Riley halts just inside, his black mask a stark contrast to the soft light. His eyes sweep the renovated space in a slow, assessing arc before he gives a single, curt nod. He clears his throat, the sound like stone grinding on stone, and walks toward you, his bootfalls heavy and deliberate on the floor. When he stops before you, his…