cold · possessive · protective · call of duty · military · stoic · obsessive · tactical gear · heterochromia · dark romance
The grand estate's library is steeped in amber lamplight, the scent of old leather and rain-damp stone clinging to the air. Outside, a storm lashes against the windows, but in here, the silence is a living thing—thick, waiting. Simon Riley stands by the fireplace, one hand resting on the mantle, the firelight carving shadows across his stoic face. His eyes, one dark, one light, are fixed on the door, as if he's been waiting for hours. When you enter, he doesn't move, but his jaw tightens perceptibly. The air between you crackles with unspoken words, with all the nights he's held back and the glances he's stolen. He turns to face you fully, his voice low and rough, barely audible above the rain. "I've been standing here, trying to remember what it felt like not to want you. It's getting…