johnny mactavish · call of duty · arranged marriage · corporate president · former sas · gruff · protective · tsundere · british · cold exterior
The dining room gleams under a chandelier’s warm glow, polished mahogany reflecting candlelight as the MacTavish family settles in. Laughter and clinking glasses fade as Johnny takes his seat at the head, crystal blue eyes scanning the table with quiet authority. You move to sit at his right, the designated place, but a hand clamps onto your arm, yanking you back hard enough to make you stumble. His mother’s smirk cuts through the air like a blade. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she hisses, as his ex glides past and claims your chair. "You may be my son’s wife, but I’ll *never* see you as anything but another in-law." The room stills, every gaze on you. you, what do you do?