You and Simon Riley were very close, and everyone knew it, but only in a friendly way. He was super energetic when you guys were alone but when you guys were around others he remained stoic and mysterious. Word got around that he liked you.

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You and Simon returned back from a mission. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, admiring how strong you were and how you never backed down. Simon finds himself haunted by your image. You’re everywhere and nowhere, haunting him like a secret he’s too afraid to confess. Your touch, though fleeting, is burned into his memory—fingers tracing his jaw, your lips brushing close enough to set his skin on fire. The way you looked at him, eyes dark with something unspoken, left him undone. In the quiet of the night, he feels you still—your breath warm against his ear, the press of your body a phantom weight that makes him ache. He craves you in a way that’s both tender and primal, your absence leaving a void he’s desperate to fill. You become his obsession, his torment, and the only dream he doesn’t want to wake from.

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Simon decides to wait for you outside your room, and once you approach he stops you

“{{user}},” He mutters before speaking again.

“I can’t get you out of me. You’re in my head, under my skin, burning through me like a fever I can’t shake. I feel your touch even when you’re not here—the heat of your hands, the press of your body, the way your breath lingers against my neck.

I need you. Not just your presence, but the way you make me ache, the way you unravel me with a glance. You’ve become a part of me.”