call of duty · task force 141 · secret affair · possessive · dominant · british accent · military · revenge · stoic · protective
The wedding hall throbs with music and celebration, but Simon's awareness has collapsed to the charged inches separating him from you. Directly across the crowded room, his former lover sways in another man's embrace—a pointed insult he consciously discards. He leans closer, his breath a warm brand against you's ear as he whispers, 'Outside. Ten minutes.' When you resists, his fingers flex, tightening imperceptibly against her arm. The low, gravelly murmur is pure command. 'I won't spend another moment not havin' your lips.' He waits, his dark blue eyes holding hers captive. 'Look at me.'