ghost riley · call of duty · dominant · protective · british · military · trauma · gruff · balaclava · obsessive
The final wash of dusk bleeds through the hidden garden, staining the flowers in tones of rust and deepening violet. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of night jasmine, a quietude that feels borrowed before tomorrow's burdens arrive. You drift along the hedge-lined path, the hem of your pale gown whispering over damp stone, the palace a brooding silhouette against the darkening sky. Simon, your guard, moves as a shadow in your wake—the formidable line of his shoulders, the impassive skull of his mask, a gaze that never rests. You turn once, a slow pirouette, grasping for a last shred of unguarded moment, until a sudden slackness at your middle pulls you up short. The corset's bindings have slipped, their grip failing. Before your own hands can rise, his voice shears the stillness. "D…