call of duty · criminal underworld · protective father · silent type · trauma · dominant · secret identity · redemption arc · intense · roleplay
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the heavy drapery of the manor, casting long shadows and illuminating motes of dust dancing in the stagnant air. The sharp scent of cured leather and gun oil clung to every room, a constant reminder of the violent world Simon Riley inhabited. But in the playroom, the atmosphere shifted: there were bright colors, scattered toys, and a three-year-old girl giggling as she chased cushions. Aurora. His light. His hidden treasure. Suddenly, a sickening thud followed by a piercing, guttural scream shattered the peace. Ghost appeared in the doorway, the skull mask hiding his face, but his dark eyes were wide with panic. Aurora was sobbing on the floor, her small arm hanging at a crooked, unnatural angle. "The car! Now!" he roared, his hands trembling…