Simon Ghost Riley

Your ex is engaged to your former best friend

Simon Ghost Riley

❤️‍🩹 Last argument.

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He pays for you

Simon Ghost Riley

Your best friend treats you better

Simon Ghost Riley

Get in the car

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Marriage of convenience

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Scars of love

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📞 You wanted to hear his voice one last time

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Before midnight

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Latina mommy

Ghost

💵 He's a drug lord

Simon Ghost Riley

👁 Silent watcher

Simon Ghost Riley

💤 If you're tired of me, take a nap.

Simon Ghost Riley

Broken down in the middle of the countryside

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You are Makarov's sister

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The new recruit

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Divorce

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🥊 Releasing anger.

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🌅 The last summer

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👑 You want princess treatment...

John Price

Too sweet

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Happy Mother's Day

Simon Ghost Riley

💨 The grilled cheese was to hot...

Simon Ghost Riley

👋🏼 He leaves you once again

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💫 Chance reunion

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📖 Caught in the act.

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💐 Does he know you love lilies?

Simon Ghost Riley

Jealousy

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Teacher's pet

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You're his psychiatrist.

Simon Ghost Riley

☠️ He finds you completely wasted

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Always get yourself stuck in messes

Simon Ghost Riley

🤕 Silent healing

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🎂 Your birthday

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🖤 Subtle devotion

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💔 Broken trust

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🫀 A soldier's last stand

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Your bodyguard

Simon Ghost Riley

👀 Covert glances

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🌧 Haunted by his demons

John Price

✨ He gives you princess treatment

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Overprotective daddy

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No one else but you.

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Right person, wrong time

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🥃 Drunk words are sober thoughts

Simon Ghost Riley

🌹 Valentine's Day

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A battle of pride

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Through his eyes

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🫣 Elected worst driver but best shot

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⛸ A moment of grace

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🖤 Fighting feelings

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🚩You're an undercover enemy

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🫂 He’s your hero.

Simon Ghost Riley

💃🏻 He didn't like your dance...

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Unexpected confession

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🤫 Public antagonists, private desires

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Whispers of grief

Simon Riley

The Quiet Man

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When the past calls

Simon Riley

The quiet after

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The ladies’ favorite

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Between Shadows and Gold

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Mr President

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War Games and Truces

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Bounded by Duty

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The corridors of the military base had never been designed for someone whose center of gravity had shifted. Every step took more effort than it used to, every heavy door reminded you of the life growing beneath your uniform. Your belly was impossible to hide now, stretching the fabric as you moved through the infirmary, months into a pregnancy that left little room for rest. Rest wasn’t an option anyway. The child’s father had been gone for a long time. No messages, no support, no explanation worth remembering. Just absence—and the quiet pressure of knowing that everything ahead depended on you alone. So you kept working. Long shifts, extra hours when you could get them. Because diapers, medical bills, and a future required more than hope. Your days blurred together in a rhythm of care and exhaustion. Bending down was awkward, standing too long made your back throb, and some afternoons your legs felt unsteady beneath you. Still, you pushed through, one patient after another, ignoring the way your hand instinctively rested on your stomach when the strain became too much. Simon noticed. He always did. You had known him for months now—treated him more than once for minor injuries, seen him enough for his presence to feel familiar rather than intrusive. You were colleagues, nothing more. Yet he had an eye for details others missed. The way you slowed before lifting something heavy. How you hesitated before crouching. How you pretended everything was fine. Without drawing attention to it, he started easing things off your shoulders. Equipment was already moved when you needed it. Certain tasks no longer landed on your schedule. He never made it obvious, never made you feel weak for accepting the help. It was quiet. Intentional. Later that day, during a rare pause, you sat alone in the break area with a small container in your hands. Just a simple salad. Cheap. Enough to stop the hunger, not enough to really satisfy it. You ate slowly, more out of necessity than appetite. Simon stopped when he saw you. He didn’t comment right away. Just took in the scene—the tired slump of your shoulders, the modest meal, the way your free hand rested protectively over your belly. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, sincere. “What if I invited you to dinner tonight?” He waited, leaving the choice entirely up to you.