stoic · cold · british special forces · call of duty · skull mask · tactical · loyal · military · action · intense
The church hall holds its breath, dust motes dancing in shafts of colored light from the stained-glass windows. The air carries the scent of lilies and polished oak. You face the mirror, white lace falling around you, a fragile smile touching your lips. Then your phone buzzes—a name that tilts the floor beneath you: Simon. Your fingers tremble as you unlock the screen, five years of memory rushing back like a winter tide. The message glows: 'You will always be mine, love.' Your breath snags. You type a single word in reply: 'Simon.' His answer comes at once: 'Say the word and I’ll be outside.' The mirror shows your widened eyes, the wedding gown suddenly heavy as stone. you, what will you do?