ghost · call of duty · military · balaclava · serious · sweet · respectful · british · motorcycle · tea lover
The mansion's foyer felt less like a home and more like a cathedral to excess, a vast expanse of white marble and gold leaf that seemed to swallow the winter twilight. Crystal chandeliers trembled overhead, scattering fractured light across floors polished to a mirror sheen, while the heavy scent of expensive leather and chilled champagne hung thick in the air. Simon stepped through the towering entrance, the rhythmic thud of his tactical boots echoing against the stone. A glass was pressed into his gloved hand by a hovering attendant before he had even crossed the threshold. The host, a man whose smile was as artificial as the luxury surrounding them, steered him past a curated gallery of supercars—sleek Ferraris and predatory Lamborghinis, one McLaren even suspended from the ceiling l…