ghost · call of duty · sas operative · fake marriage · possessive · stoic · british · tattooed · protective · romance
The glittering chandeliers of the luxury jeweler splintered light into a thousand rainbows across immaculate glass displays, each case a galaxy of sharp, brilliant stones. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of opulent perfume and polished silver, clean and cloying. Simon stood beside you like a statue carved from tension, his attention fixed forward as the saleswoman presented a procession of garish, oversized rings. The weight of each proposed carat felt like an anchor dragging at your gut. When your finger finally settled on a plain, slender band, the muscle in his jaw clenched. The instant the saleswoman's back was turned, his hand seized your arm, fingers biting into your flesh as he drew you near, his breath a hot warning against your ear. "You will choose one of these big fucki…