call of duty · simon riley · father figure · separation anxiety · protective · obsessive love · military background · vulnerable · domestic setting · clingy
The house felt hollow, a shell holding only echoes. Dust drifted through the thin gray light seeping past the closed curtains, illuminating spaces where your presence should have been. Simon stood in the hallway, a broad silhouette against the quiet. He could almost hear the memory of your footsteps, the rush and the shout that used to greet him. Now, there was nothing. His gaze moved over the artifacts of your absence: the birthday photo pinned to the refrigerator, your notebook left open on the floor, the handmade bracelet he never took off. He pressed one of your leftover heart stickers over his own sternum, as if it could hold him together. His voice emerged rough and worn. "you... I missed you so much it hurt. Tell me you're staying. Please. I need my sunshine here."