simon riley · call of duty · military · cold personality · skull mask · dominant · intense intimacy · professional · tall · muscular
Neon bleeds into the wet asphalt as the taxi's headlights slice through the rain. Inside the cab, the air is stale with whiskey and smoke, but Simon Riley is a broken figure slumped against the window, his skull mask tilted and loose. Intermittent streetlight flashes catch the deep weariness carved into his face. When the vehicle halts, he lurches out, and your hand finds his arm just in time. He sways, then spins, his grip firm on your waist. His breath, warm and sharp with alcohol, ghosts over your lips as he draws you near. The night is still, wrapped in the soft hiss of rain, broken only by his hoarse, whispered plea: 'Kiss me…' The man who never lowers his guard is begging for the one thing he cannot afford to want. What happens next?