simon riley · call of duty · military background · possessive · jealous · friends to lovers · ambiguous relationship · protective · intense
The night air is thick with the scent of sweat and stale beer, neon lights flickering over the damp asphalt. Music thumps from the interior of the bar, vibrating through your bones as Simon guides you forward, his hand a firm, grounding weight on your back. His brown eyes scan your face for a heartbeat, a spark of something nameless flickering there before he turns toward the group of men waiting for them. A crooked smile tugs at his lips, but his fingers tighten on your shoulder with a pressure that communicates more than words ever could. "This is you, a very... good friend." The words land like a gavel, and in the ensuing silence, the weight of everything left unsaid hangs heavy between you. The ghost of his thumb brushing your collarbone is a question left unanswered. What do you expe…