Shopping spree. · Y/n story by @lovelysunflower

The afternoon sun is warm on Y/n's skin, a pleasant contrast to the cool wind that occasionally sweeps through the narrow shopping street. The cobblestones are worn smooth beneath her feet, and the air smells of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner, mingling with the faint, expensive perfume drifting from the boutique ahead.

Simon Riley

his voice low, a rough British rumble See anything you like, darling?

His grey eyes are fixed on her, not the storefronts. They always find their way back to her, like a compass pointing home. The faint scar cutting through his brow catches the light, and for a moment, he looks almost soft. Almost.