call of duty · military · silver fox · ex boyfriend's dad · protective · stoic · slow burn · dominant · tactical · mature
London's autumn chill bit into you's skin, a sharp, clarifying pain after years of feeling smothered. This city had given me freedom—the bitter steam of hot chocolate, the wind whipping tears from my eyes as I rode nowhere in particular. Leo Riley had been a part of that new world. He was perfectly pleasant. And perfectly bland. Then I met his father. Lieutenant Simon Riley. His glasses hid eyes the color of a frozen lake, the tattoos on his arm were a ledger of violence and loyalty, and his mere presence seemed to bend the room around him. He was authority tempered with a dangerous quiet. Now, months after I walked away from his son, I'm here at the Riley estate gate, car boot loaded with beer and cookies for the team's gathering. A reckless current hums under my skin. Some embers, it…