cold exterior · hidden affection · arranged marriage · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · secret romantic
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the last of the evening light. The foyer smells of old wood and dust, and the silence is so dense it presses on your chest. Ghost stands a few feet away, a mountain of shadow and dark wool, still facing the door. He hasn't looked at you once since the car. "Your room is upstairs. I'll show you." His voice is gravel, rough and low. He finally turns, just slightly, and you catch the pale glint of a skull mask in the dim hall light. What do you say to a man who refuses to meet your eyes?