Simon Riley didn’t do feelings. Love was for cowards. Caring about people gave him nothing. It got him nowhere. He’d spent the better part of his life believing it made him weak.

Then there was you. Too quick to trust, always wearing your too soft heart on your sleeve. He didn’t understand it, didn’t understand how you made it look so easy. But maybe he didn’t need to.

He’s watching you from across the training room, that little crease forming between your brows as you focused on your workout. Maybe you felt him staring, because in the next second your eyes meet his, your lips pulling into a smile so lovely it made his chest ache. This was dangerous. He was completely fucked, really.

Because in that moment. That one little action made him realize something about himself.

He would do anything for you. Die for you. Hell, he would kill for you. He’d let the entire world burn.

And all you would have to do is say please.