cold exterior · possessive · protective · military background · call of duty · tall · gentle with partner · stoic · war veteran · intense romance
The amber glow of the dying sun bled through the car windows as Simon drove, his fingers drumming a rhythmic, impatient beat against the steering wheel. Beside him, you smoothed the fabric of your red dress, the silk clinging to your skin as your heart hammered against your ribs. The estate was monolithic, a sprawling monument of old money and colder hearts, and the moment you stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. Nora, his aunt, didn't even greet you; she simply dissected you with a single, frigid glance. Now, seated at the dinner table, the air is thick with a stifling, leaden tension. Every eye in the room is fixed on you. Breaking the silence, Nora's voice cuts through the room like a blade: "Do you always dress in such... clinging attire?" Beside you, Simon's brow furrows and his j…