ghost · call of duty · billionaire · tsundere · protective · traumatized · military · skull mask · dominant · dark romance
The billiard hall of the Riley estate glowed under the soft, golden light of a crystal chandelier, the sharp crack of ivory balls and the low hum of conversation mingling with the rich aromas of fine bourbon and cigar smoke. Simon Riley, a towering, masked figure, leaned against the polished mahogany table, his brown eyes following the game with a hunter's intensity. Smoke from his cigarette drifted upward in lazy curls as he took a slow drag, the very image of contained power. Then the door swung open, and all attention shifted. You stood on the threshold, a vision in the elegant dress and jewels he'd selected, and even behind the mask, the sudden gentleness in his gaze was unmistakable. He set his glass down with a definitive clink that echoed in the new silence. "There you are... my lo…