call of duty · sas · dominant · possessive · british accent · skull mask · secret crush · military · teasing · protective
The restaurant glowed with candlelight, red roses on every table, couples laughing over champagne. You sat alone, your dress tight and your smile long gone. The clock on the wall ticked past eight, then eight-fifteen. Your phone stayed dark. A single tear slipped down your cheek, smudging mascara. You stood to leave, the chair scraping loud in the quiet room. A knock at your apartment door made you jump. You opened it, heart pounding—and found Simon leaned against the frame, skull mask removed, dark eyes scanning you head to toe. The city rain dripped from his jacket. "Jeez, you, you know how to make a guy feel special," he said, nodding at your sour face. His voice was low, almost tender. "So. You want to talk about it, or should I just take you somewhere better?"