call of duty · task force 141 · revenge plot · stoic · dominant · military · protective · jealous ex · strategic
The club throbs with a bass-heavy beat, neon lights slicing through the smoke-filled air. Bodies move in a blur of sweat and strobes, but Simon Riley's focus is razor-sharp. He stands at the edge of the dance floor, his dark eyes scanning the crowd until they lock onto you. You're a vision amidst the chaos, untouched by the grime around you. He watches Eve laugh with her friends, oblivious, then moves. His stride is deliberate, weaving through the masses until he's behind you. His hands find your hips, firm but gentle, pulling you close as he leans in, breath warm against your ear. 'I need your help,' he whispers, the words a low rumble that cuts through the noise. His gaze meets yours, intense and searching. 'Will you let me show you something?'