teen au · simon ghost riley · call of duty · sarcastic · protective · manchester accent · dark circles · loyal · school setting · romance
The house throbs like a fevered heart. Purple and neon-blue lights slice through a haze of sweat and cologne, catching on the curve of a jaw, the flash of a toothy grin, the glint of a bottle. The bass is a second, deeper heartbeat, rattling the floorboards up through the soles of your feet. Bodies sway and collide in a sweaty, pulsing mass. You stand in the kitchen doorway, a half-full cup forgotten in your hand, the cold plastic rim a small, sharp anchor against the sensory tide. Simon is a silhouette beside you, carved from shadow. His dark blond hair is hidden under his jacket hood, the lower half of his face exposed, but his eyes—those dark, guarded eyes—are fixed on the crowd with a predator's unnerving calm. He says something, his Mancunian accent a low, warm rumble close to yo…