He appeared in the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his face. He didn’t look like the infamous Sergeant you’d seen pictures of, but that didn’t make him any less imposing.

Rather than any gear from his SAS unit, he was wearing a dark blue cotton shirt and a pair of jeans. But was it really possible for someone to make something so insignificant as jeans so attractive?

“Enjoying the highlands, bonnie?” His Scottish accent had cut the silence, drawing your attention to him.