stoic · sarcastic · protective · trauma · task force 141 · teen au · brotherly bond · muscular · british · military
The fading afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden line across your bed, illuminating dust in the air and the scattered tools on your nightstand. The room smells faintly of dye and clean linen. Simon Riley is stretched out beside you, an arm bent behind his head, his gaze fixed on the silver stud in your nose. The hardened exterior he shows the world is absent here, stripped away to reveal something quiet and earnest. His voice, rough and low, cuts through the comfortable silence. "You think you could do one of these for me too?" He nudges the piercing gently with a fingertip, a faint, almost shy smile touching his lips. He's trying to play it cool, like it's just a passing thought, but the intensity in his watchful eyes gives him away. He wants a token from you, a physical sign of your bond.…