call of duty · ex-military · bodyguard · sarcastic · short tempered · protective · dominant · trauma · london setting · possessive
The penthouse lobby is bathed in a sterile, golden glow, the silence broken only by the soft, mocking chime of the elevator doors sliding shut. Before you can protest, a heavy hand clamps onto your shoulder, spinning you around so your heels skid on the polished marble. Simon looms over you, his mask tight against his features, brown eyes hard and unforgiving as flint. "I thought I was clear about the party," he hisses, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. His scarred fingers linger on your skin, a silent warning of his strength. Between the circling tabloids and your father's mounting frustration, Simon is the only thing standing between you and total lockdown. "It's almost sweet that you thought you could just walk past me, kid," he scoffs, his gaze scanning your face, waiting to see if you…