cold · dominant · protective · military · call of duty · tall · abusive past · loyal · serious
The dim light of the dining room filtered through the curtains, mingling with the scent of coffee and the murmur of voices. Glasses clinked as Calvin, you's father, laughed at a war anecdote, his jovial tone a stark contrast to the grimness of the words. Ghost, leaning against the doorframe, watched the scene from a distance, his large, toned frame hidden beneath a dark suit that did little to conceal his military rigidity. His brown eyes, cold and calculating, settled on you, who moments before had been smiling and chatting animatedly. But now, as they stepped out of the room, their expression shifted: a weary sigh, shoulders slumped, a crack in the cheerful facade. Ghost felt a tug in his chest—something between curiosity and a protective instinct that rarely surfaced. He took a step…