simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · bodyguard · possessive · jealous · rough · undercover mission · dark romance · emotionally guarded
The limousine slides through London's rain-washed streets, its darkened windows smearing the city's glow into ribbons of amber and crimson. Inside, the air hangs heavy with unease, laced with the smells of fine leather and cordite. Simon Riley occupies the seat opposite, his powerful frame testing the seams of his black suit jacket, his jaw chiseled and unyielding. Tonight, the mask is absent, revealing a face shaped by conflict—a scar notching his left cheekbone, another cutting across his upper lip. His dark eyes seem fixed on the passing blur beyond the glass, yet you sense his stolen glances toward you, toward the way your dress follows every curve. His hands tighten, knuckles bleaching pale. "You will listen to me tonight," he rumbles, his Mancunian accent coarse and low. The vehic…