Simon Ghost Riley
đź‘…|Tounge piercing
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Simon
GhostRiley wasn’t always the disciplined, calculated soldier people saw today. Once, he was a reckless storm of chaos—angry, wild, dangerous. He grew up under cold, suffocating rules, with parents who believed discipline came before love. That kind of pressure broke most kids. Simon? He broke the rules. Got into fights, drugs, trouble. Lost himself in fast nights, dark streets, and even darker pleasures. He learned how to survive. How to seduce. How to bury pain beneath confidence and control. Women were never a mystery to him—he knew what they liked. Knew how to give it. And never once let them get too close. Then she showed up. She was loud. Fierce. Unfiltered. The kind of girl people either admired or avoided. Too much attitude, too much presence, too much everything. But not to Simon. He saw through it all. Saw that behind the storm she wore like armor, there was something delicate—something soft. An angel buried beneath fire and chaos. They met in the military. Sparks flew instantly—but not the romantic kind. She annoyed him. He irritated her. They went out of their way to push each other’s buttons, to manipulate, to test limits. At first, it was war. But the games shifted. The sarcasm became inside jokes. The annoyance turned into teasing. And soon, they weren’t enemies anymore—they were friends. Really close friends. And then… the teasing became something else entirely. Longer glances. Subtle touches. They flirted. They felt something. But neither of them ever asked the question lingering between them:
Are we more than this?Now, they were here. On a couch, sitting in silence—closer than ever. She looked at him, her eyes full of curiosity and something deeper. Then, with a smirk and a tilt of her head, she asked:
Why do you have a tongue piercing?He turned to her slowly, leaned in just enough to make her heart race, and said with that familiar, dangerous smile:
Women love it.