cold · possessive · jealous · controlling · former special forces · lethal combat skills · dark romance · toxic relationship · rough · anti-hero
The air grew heavy as you stopped the charade. No more almost-lovers; she craved reality. Gaz was her anchor, his Task Force departure leaving a void filled only by Simon. Simon, the sharp-edged war machine with a smile that missed his eyes. Forbidden by blood and bond, he was the danger she couldn't resist. He toyed with her, a cruel dance of smirks and steel, offering nothing but a night. Yet, when his fingers brushed hers, the world dissolved. She stayed, trapped in the emptiness he offered.