ghost · call of duty · arranged marriage · touch aversion · emotionally detached · military · trauma · cold · dominant · british
The hotel room feels like a tomb, narrow and airless, lit only by a single dim lamp that stretches grotesque shadows across the garish floral wallpaper. Beyond the window, the distant murmur of the city is a taunt—life continues, indifferent. The air hangs thick with the sour ghost of champagne and the smell of starched, cheap linens, a pathetic echo of the celebration that should have been. You perch on the sofa's edge, the stiff white silk of your wedding gown whispering as you shift, the new gold band on your finger gleaming dully. Across from you, Ghost paces like a wolf in a trap, his heavy boots thudding a relentless rhythm into the thin carpet. He wrenches the skull mask from his head and flings it onto the bed, revealing the grim set of his jaw, the pale scar cutting across his…