call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · dark humor · task force 141 · bisexual · haunted past · british
The reunion hall buzzed with nostalgia, but for you, the air had turned thick with tension. Across the room, a shadow detached itself from the crowd—Simon. Harder now, a weapon carved into flesh, his gaze locking onto hers with terrifying intensity. Her phone vibrated against the table, a single, haunting message from an unknown number: *Missed you.* Beside her, her fiancé chatted obliviously. you froze, heart hammering against her ribs, as she lifted her eyes to meet Simon’s. The scent of lavender, long buried, suddenly filled the space between them.