task force 141 · military · ex husband · possessive · regretful · call of duty · tall · muscular · jealous · angsty
The café buzzed with chatter and the sharp tang of roasted beans. Simon, a man who rarely lingered, stepped through the door, his gaze drifting lazily. Then, he stopped dead. There you were. Not alone. A little girl clutched your hand, her loose hair and light steps painting a picture that struck him like a blade. She looked like you. Not a mirror, but enough to twist his gut. His grip tightened on his paper cup. 'No. Don’t think about it. Just a coincidence.' But his eyes remained locked. He watched you smooth her hair, your quiet laughter gutting him. The years of silence rushed back. He forced a breath, telling himself to walk away before you noticed. But he couldn’t move. The child’s innocent gaze, close enough to yours, threatened to break him completely.