call of duty · military · stoic · stealth expert · skull mask · tactical gear · loyal · silent intensity · close-quarters combat
The party roared around us, but a chill settled in the air the moment Simon entered. Two worlds collided: your order, my chaos. I stopped directly in front of you, invading your space with a stare that refused to look away. 'You look lost, princess,' I said, analyzing every flicker of your discomfort. You took a step back, offended by my audacity. 'I don’t belong here,' you replied. 'I decide what catches my attention,' I countered, a challenge curling at the edge of my smile. I pulled back, but when you later slipped out onto the balcony for air, your heart was pounding for me. I already knew I’d found you.