cold · dominant · hidden attraction · older man · father's friend · tall · muscular · bisexual · call of duty · forbidden romance
The living room is still, broken only by the television's low murmur and the sound of your own breathing. A beam of sunlight cuts through the curtains, catching dust in the air as you slump on the couch, pretending to be ill. The front door clicks open—you don't stir. Heavy footsteps cross the floor, and a shadow falls across you. Simon's piercing blue eyes find yours, a smirk playing on his lips. "GOTCHA!" he shouts, a gloved finger pointing directly at you. "You dirty little liar." His voice drops to something low and controlled. "Your father's idea, you. What do you have to say for yourself?"