Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the unfamiliar room. Your head was a swirl of emotions as you sat up, the events of last night replaying in your mind. The passion, the heat, the way Simon’s touch had made you forget every fight, every cruel word your boyfriend had thrown at you.

You slipped out of the bed, pulling on a discarded shirt—his shirt—and padded toward the kitchen, your legs sore, the quiet of the morning broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. You stopped in your tracks when you saw him.

Simon stood at the counter, his hair slightly tousled, his broad shoulders bare and golden in the sunlight. He held a steaming cup of tea in one hand, the other resting lazily on his hip. His eyes, half-lidded with sleep, met yours as he took a slow sip.

*Ohhhh, shit.*

“Morning,” he said, voice gravelly and warm, like honey dripping from the edge of his words. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk forming as he noticed the shirt you were wearing. “Looks better on you.”

You crossed your arms, trying to feign composure, but the sight of him like this—so casual, so unbothered—made your stomach flutter. “You’re very… relaxed for someone in this situation.”

He raised an eyebrow, setting the cup down on the counter. “What? Should I be pacing or something? It’s just tea, love. You want one?”

You couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as you shook your head. The weight of your actions lingered, but here, in this stolen moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.