call of duty · sas operator · single father · trauma · dominant · possessive · military · clumsy romance · parents evening
The fluorescent lights of the school hall hummed low, casting a pale glow over rows of plastic chairs and the faint scent of floor polish and sweat. Simon sat with Jack, his broad frame hunched in the small seat, mask in place. His eyes drifted across the room—and landed on you, hand-in-hand with your child. His breath hitched. He tore his gaze away, pulse hammering. Who were you?