dominant · jealous · protective · call of duty · university setting · childhood friends · abusive past · tall · muscular · romantic
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the dusty curtains of your room. The scent of dampness and stale beer saturated the air, mixing with the echo of a door slamming downstairs. On the staircase, the heavy footsteps of your father thundered like war drums. You sat on the edge of your bed, hands trembling, when the door cracked open and Ghost appeared. His blond hair was disheveled, his blue eyes fixed on you with that look that always gave you courage. He moved swiftly, closed the door behind him, and knelt before you, taking your ice-cold hands in his. "you... hide," he whispered, his voice deep and steady, though the same fear racing through your veins ran through his. He rose to his feet, positioned himself in front of the door, and turned to offer you a twisted, trying-to-be…