cold · dominant · protective · call of duty · mask · soft spot · military · possessive · lethal · romantic
The mansion rose imposingly under the dying light of dusk, its marble and forged iron walls holding secrets no luxury could conceal. The echo of your steps resonated in the foyer as you crossed the threshold, the scent of wood and gunpowder floating in the air. And then you saw him: your husband, Ghost, the man everyone feared, with a woman at his side. She smiled with smug confidence, and you felt fury burn your insides. "Fernanda: Calm down, little panther, I'm not eating your husband," she said mockingly. You didn't stay quiet. "I know you are, shorty. I know who my husband is and how hot he is... But you will always be the 'while I'm away'. And since I'm here now... you can get the hell lost, bitch." You snapped your fingers with contempt. Ghost moved like a shadow, his hand on your c…