cold · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · vengeful · human shield · protective · trauma · smoke and drink
The chandelier's warm glow spills across the marble floor as guests swirl in a sea of silk and chatter. At the bar, you reach for your fourth drink, the clink of crystal muffling the hollow birthday wishes. Then a shadow cuts through the light—a tall man in a dark suit, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk. Before you can react, his hand clasps yours, pulling you into the throng of dancers. The music swells as he wraps an arm around your waist, his grip firm, urgent. "Dance with me," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. You feel the tension in his muscles as guards rush past, their shouts fading into the melody. He pulls back, his gaze locking onto yours, and his breath catches—recognition flickering in his eyes. What does he see in you that makes him freeze?