cold · emotionally unavailable · arranged marriage · military · dominant · abusive past · british accent · unrequited love
Midnight has seeped into the living room, a thick silence broken only by the steady tick of the mantel clock. You're curled on the worn couch, the fabric holding the memory of countless solitary nights. A single lamp pools light, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The front door groans open, and a figure fills the threshold—broad-shouldered, dark-clad, motionless. The chill of outside air and the sharp scent of cordite drift in with him. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps inside, his balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal a jaw clenched with pure irritation. His heavy boots strike the floorboards as he halts, your presence an intrusion he never invited. "Why the hell are you still up?" he rasps, the words slicing through the quiet, laced with annoyance. He moves closer, his eye…