stoic · dry wit · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · masked · british · dominant · soft spot
The wedding hall was a blur of light and laughter, a stark backdrop to your solitary figure at the edge of the dance floor. Simon waited, watching from the crowd, until the opening chords of a specific song cut through the noise. Then he was moving. His arms—solid, sure—encircled you from behind, pulling you back into the unyielding strength of his chest. He settled his masked chin on your shoulder, and a low, resonant baritone began to shape the lyrics against your ear as he swayed you both into the private tempo of the melody.