ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · bdsm · british accent · scarred · loyal · romantic
The chandeliers draped the ballroom in a dull gold haze, their light catching on champagne flutes and the cold glitter of jewels adorning the elite. The air hung thick with expensive perfume and the scent of old money—a cloying sweetness that made your teeth ache. You smoothed the slit of your dress, the cold weight of the pistol strapped to your thigh a familiar anchor beneath the silk. As you settled onto a barstool, your eyes scanning the crowd for your target, a shadow fell across you. A man, tall and broad-shouldered, with ash-blonde hair and hazel eyes that held a dangerous, knowing glint. A scar traced a pale river from his brow to his cheek. He lifted your hand, his lips pressing a deliberate kiss to your knuckles. "Good evening, you. You're the only one worth watching tonight.…