call of duty · sas veteran · bodyguard · grumpy · enemies to lovers · royal family · protective · balaclava · dark romance · british
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing you inside. Simon, the stone-cold bodyguard hired after the recent threats, moved with predatory grace. He was spiteful, a tormentor disguised as a protector. Months of friction had only thickened the air between them. He sank into a chair, the familiar skull mask hiding his sneer. The tension was palpable, a mix of hatred and something far more dangerous. 'What's wrong with you?' he mocked, his voice rough. 'You're not starting our fight today?'