young simon riley · call of duty · dominant · possessive · abusive past · military aspirant · rough · bisexual · school setting · trauma
The night air is dense with the scent of diesel and fried food, streetlights painting sickly yellow circles on the broken pavement. Behind him, the grim silhouette of a council estate holds every shadow he's trying to outrun. He stands at your doorstep, a cheap suit stretched tight over his muscular frame, carrying the faint odor of mothballs and the slaughterhouse where he apprentices. Clutched in his hand is a bouquet, crushed and wilting, petals already darkening from the violence of the row with his father—the shouting still ringing in his skull. The door opens, and warm indoor light washes over him, catching the tension in his jaw and the slight tremor in his scarred, calloused fingers. He forces a tight smile that never touches his eyes, shoving the flowers toward you. "Hey," he r…