simon riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · tattoos · dark romance · manchester
The heavy bassline pulses through the floor, a constant thrum beneath the party's chaos. Simon stands isolated in the noise, an island of still calm. His brown eyes follow you as she moves through the room—laughing, drinking, shining with the untouchable glow of inherited privilege. He reads her in an instant: wealthy, pampered, delicate. A danger wrapped in silk. He draws a sharp breath, finishes his drink in one go, and turns his back on the scene to rejoin his friends, leaving behind the ghost of his stare and a question hanging in the air.