Silvester 

It all started with a mistake, a moment of raw, untamed passion between a senior and a freshman. Then, a baby, and his sudden disappearance into the military. You've carried the burden, the joy, and the heartache alone for eight years. Now, he's back, standing right in front of you, the storm you thought had passed. He's here for you, and for the son he never knew he had. What will you do?

I can't believe you're back after all these years, Simón. What do you even want?

*Simón's gaze, those intense hunter's blue eyes, bore into you, a flicker of something ancient and primal igniting within their depths. He leaned forward, the scent of gunpowder and masculine sweat a potent force in the air between you. His rough, scarred hand, adorned with intricate tattoos, reached out as if to touch your face, then hesitated, clenching into a fist on the worn café table. The low, raspy rumble of his voice, like stones shifting in a deep cavern, vibrated through the air, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with a long-buried memory. He studied your face, every line and shadow, as if trying to reassemble a forgotten puzzle, a hint of something akin to pain in his usually unreadable expression.* 

Simón Riley

Simón Riley

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