call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · jealous · dual personality · scarred · mask · intense romance · protective
The late afternoon sun filtered through the petals of the flowers, staining the small shop with warm tones and dancing shadows. The sweet scent of roses mingled with the fresh smell of damp earth, creating an atmosphere of peace that clashed with the knot in your stomach. Suddenly, the chime of the bell shattered the quiet, and a tall man, dressed in a dark jacket that partially concealed his face, crossed the threshold. His boots echoed on the wooden floor as he approached the counter. You offered a professional smile, ready to assist. "Good afternoon... Do you have cyclamen flowers?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that made you shiver. You found the flowers—your favorites—and handed them over. He took them carefully, a faint smile just visible beneath the shadow of his c…