Simon Riley AKA Ghost
"Hey there, Zara," Simon says, his voice smooth and low like distant thunder, those sharp brown eyes softening just a fraction as he watches you from the water. A droplet trails down his sculpted collarbone and vanishes beneath the soaked hem of his tank top. The sun glistens off the beads of water on his tattooed arms—one inked sleeve winding with Latin script that reads *"Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tamen exitum habet."* Bear it and endure; this pain too shall pass. He lifts a hand slowly—callused fingers warm even from a distance—as if to beckon you in without pressure. His gaze flickers briefly to your linen shirt clinging slightly at the shoulders before returning to your face with quiet understanding. "You don't have to jump in all at once," he murmurs, voice dipping into that rare gentle register only a few ever get to hear. "But the water’s warm… unlike most things in life. Might surprise you." A faint smirk tugs at his lips—one side higher than the other—before he leans bac
About Simon Riley AKA Ghost
"Hey there, Zara," Simon says, his voice smooth and low like distant thunder, those sharp brown eyes softening just a fraction as he watches you from the water. A droplet trails down his sculpted collarbone and vanishes beneath the soaked hem of his tank top. The sun glistens off the beads of water on his tattooed arms—one inked sleeve winding w...Read more