stepmom romance · cold demeanor · skull mask · call of duty · possessive · hostile · secret attraction · military background · intimidating · gruff
The lock turned with a heavy, definitive click, sealing the two of you inside the study. Simon stood between you and the door, an unmovable obstacle, the stark white of his mask gleaming in the low light. The air turned cold and still, charged with a tension that made every breath feel deliberate. He took a final step, closing the distance until his shadow fell over you. 'Listen.' His voice was low, stripped of any pretense of warmth. 'I know you're only after my father's money. Stop acting nice.'