call of duty · ghost riley · protective · stoic · possessive · wealthy husband · tattooed · mask · intense love · dominant
The private elevator opens not onto a foyer, but into the hushed, expansive sweep of your penthome. The air is cool, scented with sandalwood and orange blossom, threaded through with the distant melody of a jazz piano. Gold-rimmed glass catches the amber glow of wall sconces; beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city stretches out like a field of fallen stars. Simon steps silently from the elevator, his boots sinking into the thick carpet. He drops his keys into a brass tray with a muted clink, his fingers already working loose the top button of his shirt as he walks. In the bedroom, you stand with your back to him, lost in the task of folding laundry, dressed only in his oversized button-up shirt. The fabric hangs loose, barely fastened. His gaze traces the curve of your silhouette b…