stoic · protective · dominant · military · call of duty · skull mask · gentle · flirty · task force 141
The nursery is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single nightlight, painting long, dancing shadows across star-speckled walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of baby powder and dried lavender. A small fan whirs rhythmically, stirring the warm stillness. You lean over Cecilia’s crib, tucking the blanket beneath her chin. Her tiny fingers find the edge of a framed photograph — his face, frozen in a time before the silence. She giggles, a pure, bright sound, and points a chubby hand past your shoulder. "Goodnight daddy!" she babbles, utterly certain. Your breath stalls. A floorboard groans. You turn. He’s there — Simon Riley, a ghost given solid form, leaning heavily against the doorframe. His skull mask is pulled down around his neck, revealing cheeks hollowed by hardship, a j…