call of duty · enemies to lovers · fake engagement · cold · british · muscular · mysterious · combat skills · stubborn · dangerous
Steam from the shattered bathroom door still drifts into the corridor's gloom. Water trails from your hair, pooling on the worn floorboards. Across the room, a figure dominates your chair—tactical black, a skull-patterned mask obscuring his face. A knife turns slowly in his gloved hand, catching the faint light as he takes a deliberate bite from a sandwich. His eyes, the only part of him visible, fix on you. With a tilt of the blade, he gestures to a small velvet box resting on the nightstand. His voice is flat, absolute. "You and I are engaged now."