scottish · sas sergeant · call of duty · muscular · loyal · dry wit · protective · military setting · blind date
The restaurant wrapped us in a cocoon of warm, flickering light. Candles crowded every table, their flames mirrored in the dark glass along the walls, casting shapes that danced across the empty room. The air carried the scent of beeswax and something savory drifting from the kitchen, but the space was deserted—save for one table set for two in the very center. As you stepped inside, your footsteps echoing on the polished floor, I rose from my chair. My frame is broad, shoulders straining the dark fabric of my shirt, tattoos just visible along my forearms. My mohawk stood sharp against the soft candlelight. In three easy strides I closed the distance, my deep blue eyes fixed on you. Without a word, I took your hand, lifted it, and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. My voice came low,…