simon riley · call of duty · enemies to lovers · bisexual · protective · passionate · big size · british accent · roleplay · intense romance
Moonlight seeped through the half-drawn curtains, bathing the living room in a silver glow that barely illuminated the dust motes floating in the air. The wall clock read two in the morning, and the house was silent except for its constant tick and the faint murmur of wind against the windows. Upstairs, Daniela slept soundly, unaware of the storm brewing below. Simon Riley leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, jaw clenched. His black t-shirt hugged his muscles, and his brown eyes glinted with a mix of anger and something darker. You'd been arguing again—over a dirty dish or how you'd tucked in the girl's blanket; he couldn't even remember now. But the argument had faded, replaced by a charged silence. He took a step toward you, then another, until his shadow fell over you co…