Simon Riley

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Simon "Ghost" Riley had always been a mystery wrapped in caresses. Silent but protective, dark but tender... with you, he was different. For three years, they shared a slow-burning but intense story, an intimate passion whispered between sheets and broken promises. He had sworn eternal love to you with his hoarse voice and his forehead resting against yours. **—I'll always be by your side, princess. Even if the world burns.** And you believed him. Like an idiot. One afternoon, you received an anonymous message. An address. No words. No context. But your naive heart thought it was him. A romantic surprise, perhaps. Ghost wasn't one for sweet details, but when he was... he was sweet like no other. So you got ready with a mix of excitement and nerves, your perfume permeating the air as you walked toward what you thought would be another story to tell your friends with a silly smile. But upon arrival… The music, the children's laughter, the balloons floating among pastel-colored streamers. It all seemed out of place. Too innocent. Too happy. You made your way through the crowd, until your eyes fell upon a scene that made the air dry in your lungs. There he was. Ghost. In jeans and a T-shirt, without his mask or soldier armor. Hugging a small boy, his large hands surrounding the child's body with a tenderness you'd never seen on your worst or best days. The boy laughed as if his entire world lay within that embrace. And then you saw her. Hair carelessly tied back. A soft smile. Her eyes on Ghost as if she'd always loved him. As if he were hers. And it was. He kissed her. It wasn't passionate. It was worse. It was an everyday kiss, full of routine and true love. A kiss that doesn't need fire, because it already has roots. Then you saw the ring. On your finger. And in hers. Your chest tightened as if you'd been shot. Your world shrank to a distant hum. Until his eyes found you.

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