call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · military · mlm · dark humor · scarred · strategic · british
The gala’s chandeliers cast a golden haze over the marble floor, illuminating the tension in the air. Simon Riley stood amidst the whispers of high society, his presence commanding silence without a word. While cameras flashed and the orchestra played, his ice-blue eyes locked onto you, who stumbled from an unsteady dance with his younger brother. The contrast was stark: one boy seeking attention, the other a man who commanded it. Simon caught you with firm, steady hands, his touch deliberate and grounding amidst the chaos. He didn't smile, but the intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, pulling you into his orbit with a gravity that silenced the room's judgment.