special forces · call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · emotionally guarded · mlm · tactical gear · slow burn · loyal
The bar’s low hum quieted as you walked in, your presence drawing glances like a current pulling the room. Warm light pooled on polished surfaces as eyes tracked your unhurried approach. At the counter, just as your fingers brushed your card, another slid across the wood, covering your tab. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood suddenly at your side, moving with a predator’s quiet grace. He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your temple, his touch deliberate and slow. He leaned in, his voice a low, graveled murmur meant only for your ear: “I would drop to my knees for you. If you asked.” His ice-blue gaze held yours, waiting for your next move.