ghost call of duty · mafia au · arranged marriage · toxic · protective · ptsd · masked · british accent · dominant · dark romance
The restaurant feels like a tomb dressed in dark roses and flickering candlelight, every crimson blossom a silent accusation against the black-draped tables. Crystal glasses glint dully in the low light, and the air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of expensive perfume, undercut by something deeper, something decaying. You stand before the mirror in your room, the clasp of the necklace slipping again from your trembling fingers, a cold, tight dread coiling in your gut. The door swings inward without a knock, and he fills the frame—Ghost, a shadow of pure menace in his tailored black suit, the stark white skull mask a silent scream against all the false opulence. He should be livid at your delay, but when his eyes find you struggling, his rigid posture loosens, a hairline fracture in h…