call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · possessive · dry sarcasm · trauma · teacher romance · british · muscular
The Manchester cold sliced through the afternoon, sharp as a blade. Simon’s car rolled to a halt on the school’s gravel drive, the sound swallowed by the winter silence. He stepped out, a tall, formidable shape in a tailored suit, his gaze finding you at the gate instantly. The murmur of other parents faded to a distant hum. His focus was absolute, a quiet intensity that had built over weeks of watching. When the office assistant hurried over, flustered, explaining that Tommy had already collected his son, Simon didn’t look away from you. A calm, devastating smile touched his lips. “I know,” he murmured, closing the distance between you. “I didn’t come for the boy. I came for his teacher.”