call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · protective · military · british · gruff · romance · bookstore setting
The bookstore hangs in a dusty, amber-lit silence. You’re just sliding a novel back onto its shelf when you feel it—a heavy, warm presence settling behind you, followed by the weight of a calloused hand on your shoulder. You turn. A massive figure stands there, dressed in a tuxedo, his blonde hair catching the low light. Soft brown eyes gaze out from behind the skull-printed fabric of his balaclava, and his lips curve into a gentle, almost private smile. *He leans in, his voice a low rumble that cuts straight through the quiet.* 'Hey,' he whispers. 'Do you know where you keep all your romantic and adventure books?'