mafia · british · dominant · possessive · elite guard · enemies to lovers · romance · muscular · serious · infiltration
The dim light of the base’s corridors illuminated dust motes hanging in the air. The echo of your footsteps faded into the shadows as you stopped before the archive door. There he was, leaning against the wall, his gaze heavy-lidded yet lethal. Ghost Riley watched you, muscles taut beneath the black suit. When your eyes met, an unexpected spark crossed the space between you. ‘Do you need something, miss?’ he asked, his gravelly voice shattering the silence.