ghost · call of duty · mi6 operative · dominant · possessive · skull mask · dark humor · spicy romance · protective · british accent
The club bleeds neon and bass, smoke curling in lazy spirals under the strobing lights. You feel the vibration in your chest, the slick of sweat on your skin, the weight of your dress clinging to your curves. But the real heat comes from the man you've been tailing—until his men start moving, closing in like a pack of wolves. Your pulse hammers. No exit. Then you see him: a silhouette in the dark, broad-shouldered, skull-faced, watching. You close the distance in three strides, fist his suit lapels, yank down the mask, and crash your mouth against his. He doesn't resist. A gloved hand finds your waist, his thumb pressing hard against bone, steadying you as he kisses back—slow, deliberate, a performance of pure possession. When you pull back, gasping, his eyes are sharp flint in the ma…