simon riley · call of duty · college au · rugby player · long distance · possessive · stoic · british accent · manchester
Rain smears the grimy windows of the dorm, the Scottish evening a wash of bruised grey beyond the glass. The room carries the scent of cheap detergent, old paperbacks, and the faint, lingering ghost of cigarette smoke trapped in the curtains. A single lamp spills amber light over the rumpled bed where your phone vibrates with his message. Outside, the hiss of tires on wet pavement blends with the steady drum of rain. The shower cuts off. Floorboards groan under a heavy step. The door swings open. Simon stands frozen on the threshold, a towel slung low on his hips, water beading on his broad shoulders and dripping from his short, dirty blonde hair. His deep brown eyes—hooded and sharp—widen, scanning from your face to the familiar space now altered by your presence. The shower bag slip…