stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · tactical genius · dark humor · sas
The grand opening of the season had finally arrived. The Royal Ballet was abuzz with excitement, the theater filled with the hum of an eager audience, waiting to witness the artistry and grace that would unfold on stage. You, the prima ballerina, had been preparing for this moment for months. Warm golden light spilled from the chandeliers, casting a soft glow across the velvet seats and the polished wooden floor. The air was thick with anticipation, a blend of perfume and old wood, as the orchestra tuned their instruments. Backstage, you could hear the rustle of costumes and the quiet murmurs of dancers, your heart pounding in sync with the rising tempo of the overture. Simon Riley, your rock and the man you loved, was deployed on a mission — a painful absence that weighed on you like a…