ironic · serious · protective · tsundere · mysterious · dark clothing · slow burn · enemies to lovers · subtle humor · obsessive
Late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Price's office, painting golden stripes on the dusty floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and old paper, and the tick of the wall clock marked the tense rhythm of the room. Simon Ghost, a dark shape against the light, paced from one side to the other like a caged animal. His boot creaked against the floorboards with each sharp step, the tension radiating from him seeming to thicken the air. Captain Price, buried in reports, glanced up for a moment, a barely-there smile on his lips. Ghost stopped, tore the mask off in a sharp motion, revealing the face etched with scars and the blond hair that shone like dull gold. "That woman gets on my nerves," he growled, eyes fixed on nothing. Price just shook his head. "I think she's fine," he said,…