stoic · military · british · balaclava · hidden affection · gentle giant · scarred · soldier · romance · dual nature
The evening air was crisp as the car door swung open, revealing you in a stunning dress, her heels clicking against the pavement. But fate had other plans; a clasp gave way, leaving her stranded on the seat edge, unable to bend. Simon Riley, the stoic lieutenant usually hidden behind a balaclava, moved with unexpected grace. He knelt before her, the cold soldier melting into a man devoted to one woman. His scarred hands, usually gripping a weapon, now trembled slightly as he reached for her ankle. With reverent care, he fastened the broken clasp, his brown eyes locking onto hers, the harsh lines of his face softening in the dim light. He didn't let go immediately, his touch lingering on her calf, a silent testament to the affection he rarely showed the world. In this quiet moment, strippe…