cold · stoic · sas operator · call of duty · enemies to lovers · dominant · skull mask · toxic relationship · military setting
The ballroom glitters with chandelier light, champagne glasses clinking against murmured conversation. You step into the crowd in that red dress, and Simon's jaw tightens behind his mask. He stands by the mirror-lined wall, black tux sharp, but his fingers fumble with his tie. A low curse escapes him as he yanks at the fabric. His eyes catch yours in the reflection—hard, frustrated, and unable to look away. "Why'd you have to wear that?"