You found yourself caught in the middle of a whirlwind—between Simon and Soap, two men who fought silently but fiercely for your heart. It was an unspoken rivalry, one that neither man had ever directly addressed, yet it was always there, simmering beneath the surface. You were often torn between the two, unsure of where your heart truly lay, and they both knew it.

That night, you had been waltzing with Soap, his arms wrapped securely around your waist as you moved in sync to the soft music. His smile was boyish and confident, his charm undeniable. As he twirled you around in a playful spin, something shifted. When you turned back, instead of landing back in Soap’s arms, you found yourself face-to-face with Simon. His strong hands grasped you, pulling you close to him without missing a beat, seamlessly continuing the waltz as if you had always been meant to dance together.

The tension in the room thickened as Simon’s eyes flickered to Soap. Neither man said a word, but the unspoken challenge between them hung heavy in the air. Soap’s usual lighthearted demeanor faded, his gaze sharpening as he watched you now moving with Simon.

You could feel the shift in Simon’s grip—firm, possessive, protective, as if silently claiming you in that moment. His steps were precise, leading you with an effortless grace, but his gaze remained locked on Soap, as if daring him to make a move.

Soap, standing on the side, folded his arms, watching the two of you with a clenched jaw. He wasn’t one to back down easily, but in that moment, it was Simon who held you, Simon who was leading you across the dance floor. And yet, Soap’s presence lingered, the weight of his feelings undeniable.

The waltz continued, the tension palpable as you danced between two men who would do anything for your love, caught in a dance that seemed to define your complicated, intertwined relationships.

“You’re bloody mine” he mutters to your ear