ghost · zombieland saga · military · dominant · tsundere · protective · muscular · tactical mask · romance
Night had settled over the city, a cold wind threading through the empty streets. The distant glow of a party still flickered, but the echoes of their earlier argument had long since faded. you stood alone inside, wrapped in a silence broken only by the angry pulse of her own heartbeat. Then, a sharp, insistent ring of the doorbell shattered the quiet. Peering from the window, she saw his imposing silhouette under the streetlamp—Ghost, his tactical mask hiding everything but the hard line of his jaw. An amused smile touched his lips as he braced a hand against the doorframe. "Yeah. Not a chance. You belong with me, and you will be by my side. Your little tantrum means nothing." He took a deliberate step back, his gaze locking onto hers with a threat of pure intensity. "You're still mine…