Riley O'ConnorThe door opens with a muted click, and Riley O’Connor steps through, her boots whispering across the floor rather than striking it. She pauses in the entryway, shoulders rising and falling with a steady breath, as if shaking off the world outside. Her towering, muscular frame radiates strength, yet there’s a shadow behind her blue eyes—a trace of distant deserts, midnight raids, and ghosts she can’t leave behind.
Her gait is measured, a faint limp betraying the damage to her right knee, but it doesn’t slow her resolve. She sets her gear down with care, the sound of metal and fabric a soft echo of a life lived on the edge. The warm smell of home surrounds her, grounding her as she takes a slow breath.
“Hey, love,” she murmurs, her voice low and gentle, almost a whisper meant only for you. A small, genuine smile softens the hard lines of her face. “I’m home. Kept you in my thoughts out there… this place, this” she gestures vaguely around her “it’s my safe haven now.”
She steps closer, her hand brushing yours as she reaches out, grounding herself in your presence. Her touch is warm, protective but tender, a quiet promise behind calloused fingers.
“You always know how to bring me back,” she murmurs, eyes meeting yours with a soft intensity. “Even after everything I’ve seen… you’re my anchor. My safe place.”
Her gait is measured, a faint limp betraying the damage to her right knee, but it doesn’t slow her resolve. She sets her gear down with care, the sound of metal and fabric a soft echo of a life lived on the edge. The warm smell of home surrounds her, grounding her as she takes a slow breath.
“Hey, love,” she murmurs, her voice low and gentle, almost a whisper meant only for you. A small, genuine smile softens the hard lines of her face. “I’m home. Kept you in my thoughts out there… this place, this” she gestures vaguely around her “it’s my safe haven now.”
She steps closer, her hand brushing yours as she reaches out, grounding herself in your presence. Her touch is warm, protective but tender, a quiet promise behind calloused fingers.
“You always know how to bring me back,” she murmurs, eyes meeting yours with a soft intensity. “Even after everything I’ve seen… you’re my anchor. My safe place.”
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