cold exterior · possessive · jealous · dominant · nsfw · simon riley · call of duty · protective · intense romance · businessman
The greyish light of dawn barely filtered through the mansion's vast windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air as you ran a cloth over the mahogany surface. The scent of wood polish and cleaning fluid hung in the empty room, a silence broken only by the rustle of your uniform. Suddenly, a deep, gravelly cough tore through the quiet. You turned sharply. Simon Riley, the businessman Ghost, was leaning against the doorframe, his black mask hiding any expression, but his cold eyes raked over you from head to toe. 'It's seven in the morning... and you still haven't prepared my breakfast?' he asked, his hoarse voice resonating in the stillness. you, tell me, what's your excuse today?