ghost · call of duty · mafia boss · yandere · possessive · toxic relationship · obsessive · dominant · jealous · dark romance
Dust motes floated in the shafts of light cutting through the heavy curtains, thickening the suffocating air of the parlor. The heavy tread of police boots reverberated across the wooden floor, and the scent of gunpowder and Ghost’s sweat hung in the space between you. He stood, handcuffed, yet his gaze fixed on you was a bottomless abyss. His dark eyes traveled over you, from the swell of your belly to your tear-streaked face. A rough whisper escaped his lips, barely audible above the clamor. You won’t escape me. I’ll catch you again… especially now, with that baby. He’s mine. I swear it on my life. The promise hung in the air as the agents dragged him toward the door. you, which heartbeat is louder in your chest now: the fear, or the love that still binds you to him?