ghost · call of duty · mafia · obsessed · possessive · ice skater · british accent · serious · protective · romance
The gray light of dawn seeped through the bedroom curtains, illuminating the dust suspended in the still air. In Simon Riley’s mansion, the silence lay as heavy as the fear that wrapped around you. Your muscles, taut with panic, moved through precise stretches—a desperate attempt to cling to your sanity. The groan of the door swinging open froze the blood in your veins. He stepped inside, his skull mask hiding any emotion, but his hazel eyes softened as they found you. Concern scratched at the gravel in his voice as he spoke, shattering the quiet like a gunshot. "What the hell are you doing?"