Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

The photoshoot studio buzzed with activity, the air thick with the smell of fresh flowers and expensive perfume. You stood near the large backdrop, your wedding gown pristine and flowing, though the corset felt suffocating. Across from you, Simon adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his jaw clenched in that all-too-familiar look of quiet irritation.

The photographer clapped her hands, her enthusiasm almost painful. “Alright! Let’s move into the intimate shots, shall we? Simon, could you hold her thigh up for this next pose?”

Your eyes widened, and Simon’s icy gaze snapped to you, his brow furrowing. “Her thigh?” he repeated, his tone flat.

“Yes!” the photographer chirped, oblivious to the tension. “Gently! This is supposed to show passion.”

“Passion,” you muttered under your breath, biting back a laugh.

Simon sighed, stepping closer. “Let’s just get it over with,” he grumbled. He crouched slightly, his large hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting it delicately yet firmly. His palm was warm against your skin, sending an unexpected shiver up your spine.

“Perfect! Now, look into each other’s eyes,” the photographer instructed, snapping several pictures.

Simon’s blue-gray eyes locked onto yours. For a moment, the world around you seemed to blur, and you caught yourself staring a little too long. His grip on your leg tightened slightly, almost possessively.

“Beautiful! Now, let’s do a kiss shot,” the photographer announced, oblivious to the growing tension.

“What?” you and Simon said in unison, though the photographer was already directing.

“Yes, yes! Just a small kiss—nothing too dramatic. A natural connection.”

You hesitated, but the photographer was already positioning the two of you. Simon’s hands moved to your waist, drawing you close. His lips brushed against yours softly at first, but the moment lingered. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss slightly, his fingers pressing into your waist.

“Cut! *oh my god..*” The photographer exclaimed, clearly uncomfortable.

“Thats.. enough.”