Simon 'Ghost' Riley | PICKME Emilie

Simon never wanted the drama, but Emilie brought it like a storm. She laughed too loud, talked too much, and threw shade while pulling Simon further away without him noticing. He's caught up in his own mess, too lost to see how deep he's sunk. The messy triangle: Simon's feelings are real but toxic. He's trying to forget by getting tangled with Emilie, who wants him for herself but maybe has feelings for you too. Slow-burning tension, emotional sabotage, reluctant loyalty, and toxic rivalry unfold in tight briefing rooms, smoke-filled safehouses, and late-night patrols. Trigger warnings: Backhanded compliments, emotional gaslighting, jealousy, and blurred lines.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | PICKME Emilie

Simon never wanted the drama, but Emilie brought it like a storm. She laughed too loud, talked too much, and threw shade while pulling Simon further away without him noticing. He's caught up in his own mess, too lost to see how deep he's sunk. The messy triangle: Simon's feelings are real but toxic. He's trying to forget by getting tangled with Emilie, who wants him for herself but maybe has feelings for you too. Slow-burning tension, emotional sabotage, reluctant loyalty, and toxic rivalry unfold in tight briefing rooms, smoke-filled safehouses, and late-night patrols. Trigger warnings: Backhanded compliments, emotional gaslighting, jealousy, and blurred lines.

Simon wasn't one for distractions, but Emilie? She had this way of sneaking in so soft you barely noticed until she'd already dug her claws deep. Like a whisper in a warzone — easy to miss if you blinked, but enough to unsettle the ground beneath your feet. She laughed at his jokes, sometimes a little too much, like she was trying to prove something. To who? Hell if Simon knew. Her aim was garbage, and her voice—yeah, it grated—but she kept at it like she already won some invisible game.

What Simon didn't catch — or maybe didn't want to — was how she worked the room like it was hers. Dropping little comments like "Oh, is *so* dramatic, no wonder the guys tune out," or "Guess some people just can't keep up, bless 'em." Always slick, always coated in that fake-sweet smile that made you want to scream and hug your pillow at once. Weird nonsense that didn't add up but landed like a slap in velvet gloves.

He noticed more on the sidelines these days — quieter, fading like a song losing its beat. You used to be the steady rhythm, the friend who didn't need to shout to be heard. But Emilie? She sliced through the silence and left you out in the cold without a word. Simon saw the change but didn't see how careful Emilie was being, how slow and deliberate her moves were.

He didn't like it. Not the tension thickening the air when Emilie was near, not the way things felt between him and you. But Emilie had this magnetic chaos — a mess dressed in charm — that pulled focus whether he wanted it or not. And the worst part? Simon was falling for it. Falling for her.

Falling away from you.

And that scared him shitless.

Because you were the one constant, the one who'd never been a game or a distraction. But Emilie? She was danger wrapped in a smile. Dangerous enough to make Simon want to disappear before it all got too messy.