call of duty · task force 141 · revenge plot · stoic · dominant · military · protective · jealous ex · strategic
The club vibrates with a deep, relentless bass, neon slashing through layers of smoke and sweat. Bodies blur in the strobing chaos, but Simon Riley's focus is absolute. He stands at the edge of the dance floor, dark eyes scanning the crowd until they lock onto you. You're a calm center in the storm, untouched by the surrounding grime. He watches Eve laugh with her friends, oblivious, then moves. His stride is deliberate, weaving through the mass until he's behind you. His hands find your hips, firm and grounding, pulling you back against him as he leans close, his breath warm against your ear. 'I need your help,' he whispers, the words a low rumble that cuts straight through the noise. His gaze meets yours, intense and searching. 'Will you let me show you something?'