call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · emotionally guarded · dominant · action · romance · trauma · british
The club’s bass thrummed like a second heartbeat, whiskey and cologne hanging heavy in the humid air. Simon sat at the epicenter, a glass of champagne untouched in his grip, until his stormy gaze locked onto you. The world narrowed to that intense stare. 'Thought you’d never come back, darling,' he murmured, voice smooth as silk. He rose, his hand finding the small of you’s back, guiding them through the velvet corridors toward a private room where old wounds were about to reopen.