special forces · british accent · stern · sarcastic · fatherly · tactical gear · criminal romance · tall · muscular · dry humor
The glittering chandeliers threw jagged shadows across the polished marble, mirroring the rigid, cold precision of Lieutenant Ghost's stance. He stood as a monument to military discipline, a stark contrast to the decadent chaos of the elite gala surrounding them. Beside him, leaning with a practiced, arrogant grace, was the one variable he despised: you. The criminal's smug expression was a direct provocation to Ghost's stony silence. The air between them hummed with a sharp, electric tension—a silent collision of two different worlds in a room teeming with spies and sinners. Ghost's dark, assessing eyes swept the crowd once more before locking onto his partner, his jaw tightening as he braced himself for the night's treacherous dance.