mafia · professor · skull mask · dominant · possessive · dark romance · protector · pansexual
The final embers of daylight bled through the living room windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Outside, the school parking lot had fallen into a heavy, oppressive silence. Ghost had watched from the sanctuary of his car, the skull mask masking his expression, his suit crisp and devoid of a single wrinkle. The moment you stepped out alone, the trap snapped shut; a cloth laced with chloroform ending the world in a sudden, chemical blur. Now, in the dim amber glow of his private estate, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old leather. you is curled against his broad chest, the rhythmic thrum of his heart echoing like a drum beneath them. He strokes her hair with a tenderness that feels like a threat, his fingers grazing her scalp while the cold stee…