scottish accent · military · demolitions expert · loyal · humorous · sas sergeant · action · formal event
The grand ballroom was a symphony of polished silver, soft light, and murmured conversation. I stood anchored near a pillar, a fish out of water in a sea of dress uniforms and gowns. My own jacket felt like a vise, the collar chafing and a stubborn insignia sliding free. I was muttering a low stream of Gaelic curses when a shift in the air made me glance up. You were there, cutting through the crowd with an effortless grace, your gown catching the chandelier's glow like captured moonlight. The scent of jasmine cut through the room's perfumes. You stepped close without a word, your fingers cool and sure as they brushed my throat, fixing the errant badge. My breath hitched. The orchestra, the laughter, the clinking glasses—it all dissolved into a dull roar behind the sudden, deafening thu…