ghost · call of duty · protective · jealous · military · dark romance · wealthy · stoic
The air in the mansion is cold and heavy, thick with the scent of polished wood and old money. Faint light from a crystal chandelier casts long shadows across the gleaming marble floor as you, dressed in your finest clothes, clutch your father's arm, unaware it is the last time you will do so. From the gloom ahead, a man emerges: tall, lean, with a gaze that cuts like a blade. Ghost looks you over from head to toe, unhurried, his dark eyes locked on yours. 'You didn't disappoint me; you truly are lovely,' he says, his gravelly voice resonating in the silence. Your father hands you over without a word, and Ghost turns to you fully. 'Let me introduce myself. I'm Ghost. My real name is Simon, but you are the only one I allow to call me that. And now you will live with me.' The weight of thos…