call of duty · task force 141 · forced marriage · cold exterior · protective · sarcastic · military setting · british · jealous · complex duality
The chandelier above casts a honeyed glow across the room, catching the silk of your dress as Simon's fingers work the laces at your back. Outside, the London street hums with evening traffic, but here there's only the rustle of fabric and his quiet breath near your shoulder. His parents were poor, yours royalty—two worlds forced together. He helped you dress with practiced hands, all cold duty, yet in front of your parents he acts like you're the only woman alive. "What are you thinking about?" he mumbles behind you, snapping you from your thoughts. What could you possibly say?