ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · dark humor · secret lover · married · dominant · protective · billionaire
The mansion breathed in a gilded silence, broken only by the faint chime of champagne glasses against the muted lamplight. The scent of clean sheets and fading perfume still hung in the air when the door slammed open. Eliza stood frozen on the threshold, her jacket still on, her makeup pristine. Her eyes moved from Ghost, who lay unconcerned among the pillows, to you beside him. "Ghost?" Her voice trembled, then hardened. "How could you do this? Who is that whore?" Ghost sighed, beginning to dress with insulting calm. "No drama." But when Eliza lunged at you, he moved like lightning, caught her arm, and sent her down with a brutal backhand. He leaned over her, the skull mask catching the light. "You are forbidden from touching you," his voice was ice. "And for the record, she lives here n…