simon riley · call of duty · sas soldier · ghost · dominant · possessive · protective · scarred · military setting · dark romance
The hotel corridor is silent except for the distant clink of cutlery from the banquet hall. The afternoon sun filters through velvet curtains, casting golden stripes across the marble floor. You stand before the mirror, the white dress impeccable, but your reflection seems distant—eyes brimming, a knot in your throat you can't swallow. Then the door creaks open. He's there, leaning against the frame, hands buried in the pockets of his black suit, the black balaclava stark against the skull mask he still wears, even here. Simon Riley. He doesn't enter, just watches, brown eyes tracing over you as if memorizing every detail. The makeup artist slips out discreetly, and the silence stretches. He takes a step, then another, stopping a meter away. — Is that how it's going to be? You're gett…