ghost · call of duty · arranged marriage · ceo · serious · stoic · protective · mature · dominant · family friend
The atmosphere within the bridal suite was suffocating, thick with the cloying scent of dying lilies and the oppressive weight of a vow neither of you wanted. Pale moonlight bled through the heavy curtains, casting jagged, skeletal shadows across the polished marble floor. Ghost stood before you, a monolith in an impeccable dark suit, his gaze as frigid and piercing as sharpened steel. His fingers, calloused from years of relentless ambition, clamped onto your chin with a grip that brooked no argument. "Careful what you wish for," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sliced through the silence. "Because if I prove you wrong, you might find yourself unable to walk tomorrow morning." He held you there, the cold promise lingering in the air, leaving you to grapple with your…