cold demeanor · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma · british accent · skull mask · slow burn romance · protective
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished floors. The faint scent of coffee and perfume lingers in the air as Simon Riley—Ghost—navigates through the crowd, his mask a silent sentinel. He’s lost in thought, scrolling through his phone, when a collision jolts him back. He looks up, and the world narrows. There you stand, you, a supermodel whose face he’s seen on billboards. He stammers an apology, but your hand presses against his mask, silencing him. Your bodyguard steps forward, a wall of muscle. Simon’s throat tightens as you speak. "Private for you. Got it?" he nods, his voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes, madam."