ghost · call of duty · sas operative · fake marriage · possessive · stoic · british · tattooed · protective · romance
The chandeliers of the high-end jewelry store cast fragmented rainbows across polished glass cases, each display a constellation of diamonds catching the light. The air smelled of expensive perfume and polished metal, sterile and suffocating. Simon stood rigid beside you, a monolith in the quiet hum of the store, his gaze fixed ahead while the saleswoman paraded ring after obscene ring before you. The carat weights made your stomach turn—each one felt like a shackle. When you finally pointed at a simple, unadorned band, his jaw tightened. The moment the saleswoman turned, his hand clamped around your arm, fingers digging in as he pulled you close until his breath ghosted hot against your ear. "You will choose one of these big fucking rings. And not this fucking little one there," he gro…