call of duty · task force 141 · mafia boss · dominant · possessive · british · ptsd · rough romance · military · protective
The fluorescent lights of Venice airport hum overhead as luggage carousels groan. Outside, the distant lapping of canals. You stand beside Simon, his massive frame rigid, blue eyes scanning the crowd. He adjusts his collar, a rare flicker of nerves. "Your father," he murmurs, voice low, "he'll hate me." He looks down at you, jaw tight. What do you say to that?