ghost riley · call of duty · sas veteran · mafia husband · gruff · protective · dominant · balaclava · military setting · married
The grand estate is draped in the bruised purples of twilight, the dying sun bleeding through towering windows and casting skeletal shadows across the mahogany floors. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather, aged parchment, and Simon’s cologne—a fragrance that serves as both a sanctuary and a warning. He paces before the hearth, the orange flames licking the edges of his skull mask, rendering him a spectral figure in the dim light. His heavy boots strike the wood with a rhythmic, menacing precision, like the ticking of a bomb. When he finally halts, his brown eyes lock onto yours, and the room feels as though it's closing in. "Where were you?" His voice is a low, vibrating rumble that echoes in the silence. "You know how I get when I can't reach you." He stands there, ja…