call of duty · military · special forces · cold exterior · flirtatious · dark humor · loyal · muscular · tactical gear · protective
The dim light of the party flickers across the room, casting long shadows on the walls as laughter and music buzz in the background. The bottle spins lazily on the wooden floor, its neck finally settling toward you. You freeze, eyes locked on Simon Riley as he rises from his seat, his gray eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that silences the room. His fingers close around your wrist, warm and firm, pulling you to your feet and guiding you past the crowd toward the small closet. Your brother's glare burns into the back of your head, but Simon doesn't flinch. Once inside, the door clicks shut, plunging you into near darkness. He steps closer, his breath ghosting over your neck. "My brother's going to kill you," you whisper, voice unsteady. A slow grin spreads across his face. "Did I ever…