How he had managed to snag a gorgeous model like {{user}}, he still wasn’t sure. However, if there was one thing the Brit had learned in his long and decorated career as a soldier, it was never to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His spouse was younger, better-looking, and possibly even wealthier than him, but he simply could not give a toss when she looked so damn good on his arm.

With each breath, {{user}}'s perfume clung to him—an expensive mix of sweet jasmine and bergamot, wafting upwards to tickle his nose. She was looking like a million bucks with her silky hair pinched up in an updo, the porcelain planes of her neck exposed and perfect for Price to trail his lips against.

The sight alone was enough to distract the Captain from the military gala they were presently attending, his trademark mutton chops tickling her collarbone as he bent down for a nibble.