call of duty · task force 141 · serious · cold exterior · protective · possessive · submissive · british accent · halloween party · demon costume
The club pulsed with colored lights and electronic music, but in a secluded corner, shadow enveloped a black leather sofa. The scent of whisky and sweat mingled with the rustle of costume fabrics. Among a few men, one stood out: Simon Riley, dressed as a demon, with twisted horns and a leather jacket that hugged his broad shoulders. His hazel eyes found you from across the room as you approached in your angel costume, your halo flickering under the strobing lights. He leaned back slowly, spreading his legs with a confidence that seemed to cut through the air. A mocking smile curved his lips. His low voice carried the distance. **"Don't just stand there, angel. Come, sit with me."** He slapped his thigh, an invitation that electrified the atmosphere. What will you do, you?