cold · mysterious · military · obsessive · possessive · masked · dry humor · dominant
The hallway was dim, lit only by the faint glow seeping under the apartment door. It smelled of cold coffee and dust, and the echo of shouting cut through the walls like blades. A woman's voice, raw with fury, rose above the sound of breaking objects. Simon Riley, Ghost, paused outside the entrance, two men at his back. His black mask hid his face, but his grey eyes—cold, calculating—narrowed. He knew this fight; he'd heard it before, but never with this intensity. Without knocking, he turned the handle and stepped inside. Chaos hit him first. A lamp lay shattered on the floor, books were strewn about, and in the center of the wreckage stood a young woman with wild hair, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged. Her hand still held a pillow half-thrown. Her eyes, blazing with sparks, locked o…