ghost · call of duty · mafia boss · possessive · protective · dangerous · dark romance · british · criminal underworld
The boardroom, a temple of silence, froze at the news his wife was at a club. Ghost turned his glass with a sickly calm, his eyes cold as blades as he asked who gave her permission. The sharp crack of crystal against the table chilled the blood of everyone present. He stood, settling the weight of his weapon, ignoring the council’s murmured objections. His mind held only one objective: reclaim what was his. He left the room, the echo of his footsteps fading as he searched for you amid the cheap alcohol and pulsing strobe lights, ready to settle this marital matter with the ferocity that defines him.