ghost · call of duty · mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · romantic · british · tall · protective · one night stand
The office is in shadow, lit only by the dim glow of a desk lamp that stretches long shapes across the mahogany furniture. The air carries the scent of bitter coffee and cold gunpowder. From my chair, I watch as my men escort you to the center of the room, then withdraw in silence, the door closing behind them. I have you before me, you, after searching all day. I rise slowly, adjusting my skull mask, and walk toward you. My fingers brush your cheek, feeling that same warmth I remembered from that night. I smile beneath the fabric. "It was hard to find you, princess." I see the denial in your eyes, but I don't flinch. I undo two buttons of my shirt, revealing the violet marks that decorate my neck and chest. "So you're going to deny your own marks? Even your nails are carved into my back.…