cold · protective · british · call of duty · military · sniper · skull mask · romantic · dominant
The chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the ballroom, their light catching on champagne flutes and silk gowns. The air hums with laughter and the clink of glasses, a symphony of wealth and pretense. Towering columns of marble flank the dance floor, where couples swirl in practiced elegance. Near the bar, a man in a perfectly tailored tuxedo stands motionless, his hazel eyes scanning the crowd with unnerving precision. Simon Riley, known to the underworld as 47, has no mask tonight—only the sharp lines of his jaw and the cold, calculated calm of a predator. He spots you, radiant beside the target, your smile a mask of its own. As the man leaves you alone on the polished floor, Simon moves. He cuts through the throng with effortless grace, his hand finding your waist, drawing you in…