ghost · crime boss au · dominant · possessive · mask · cold · london underworld · call of duty · strict · dark romance
The office is washed in the amber glow of a solitary desk lamp, stretching long, shifting shadows across the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather, top-shelf whiskey, and old paper, undercut by the sharp, metallic trace that always clings to your gloves. Outside, London murmurs with distant sirens and the low drone of nighttime traffic, but inside this room, the silence is absolute. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits behind the broad mahogany desk, the stark white skull mask a sharp contrast against the dim light, his hazel eyes fixed on a dossier. He doesn't look up when you cross the threshold, but you feel the focus of his attention settle on you like a physical weight. The blood on your hands is still warm, the bite of bleach sharp in your sinuses. You've done precisely what…