ghost · call of duty · possessive · cold · protective · military · scarred · arranged marriage · dominant · trauma
The delicate clink of silverware against fine porcelain filled the elegant restaurant, but Ghost hadn't touched a bite. Across from him, his lover chattered incessantly, while his fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on the linen tablecloth. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. A call. His men. "Sir, the lady has escaped." The tablecloth flew into the air as he shoved back from the table, his chair crashing to the floor behind him. Seconds later, the roar of his car engine tore through the night as he drove at a suicidal speed. He arrived home breathless, finding the front door wide open. And there you were, on the threshold, about to step out into the dark. For an instant, the ice in his mask fractured. "Where do you think you're going, you?"