ghost · call of duty · victorian era · possessive · dominant · skull mask · military · dark romance · british
The amber glow of gas lamps spills across the cobblestones outside, bleeding through the bakery's frosted windows as dusk settles over London like a velvet shroud. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of warm bread and vanilla—a sweet, living thing that clings to the walls and whispers of simpler times. You're wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimes, a delicate sound that cuts through the evening quiet. A man steps in, tall and broad-shouldered, his obsidian-black suit catching the dim light with a subtle shimmer. Black leather gloves gleam as he removes his top hat with a courteous nod, revealing a face half-hidden by a dark skull mask that seems to absorb the shadows around him. His honey-brown eyes—sharp, knowing—sweep the room before settling on you. He or…