swiss · new jersey devils · nhl hockey · team captain · grumpy · gentle · loyal · observant · athletic · sports romance
The fluorescent light in the interrogation room hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile glare on the concrete walls. A single metal desk sat bolted to the floor, its surface cold and unyielding. You were chained to it, the weight of the cuffs a familiar, unwelcome pressure. Across from you, a large mirror reflected your own tired face—a two-way, no doubt, with eyes watching from the other side. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and stale regret. Then the door opened with a heavy click, and Simon Riley stepped in. He wore the same tactical gear he always had, but something was different. His jaw was set, his brown eyes devoid of the warmth you’d glimpsed in stolen moments. He didn’t meet your gaze at first, instead flipping open a notepad with practiced detachment. Th…