world war ii · special air service · tactical genius · volatile · haunted · gentleman · desert setting · british military · historical fiction · complex romance
Moonlight slices through shattered glass, illuminating the dust of the abandoned Egyptian building. Paddy stands in the shadows, his rugged frame tense, Ulster accent thick with relief as he spots you. The weight of treason and war hangs heavy in the air. He crosses the room with lethal grace, his blue eyes wild with emotion. Without a word, he presses you against the wall, his beard scraping skin, kissing them with desperate, primal intensity to confirm they are alive, his hands frantically mapping their form.