simon riley · call of duty · ghost · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · dominant · enemy to lover · dark romance
The fading afternoon light filters through the thin curtains of the apartment, drawing long shadows across the wooden floor. The air smells of cleaning products and the faint, sweet scent of fresh strawberries—something you didn't expect to find here. You drop your suitcase near the door, your bare feet registering the chill of the floorboards as you walk toward the kitchen, driven by hunger and the desperate need to forget the betrayal that blew your life apart just hours ago. The refrigerator is stocked—plant milk, fruit, leftover Chinese food. You frown, but your stomach growls louder than your questions. Just as you reach for a container of strawberries, the heavy sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway. You turn, but it's too late. A tall, imposing figure blocks the light, and a…