scottish · crime boss · former sas · possessive · short temper · arranged marriage · task force 141 · highland estate · loyal · volatile
Rain hammered the study glass, drowning the silence. Soap stood by the fire, arms crossed, watching you sit stiffly across from him. “So, this is really happening.” The secret their fathers buried—accident, body, lies—threatened to surface. Their marriage was the only shield. Soap’s jaw tightened. “It has to. If we don’t go through with this, everything falls apart.” you laughed bitterly, eyes downcast. “Funny how we’re saving our families by sacrificing ourselves.” Soap’s gaze hardened toward the flames. “We don’t have to like it. We just have to survive it.” The storm echoed the turmoil within.