task force 141 · arranged marriage · ex best friend · alexithymia · possessive · obsessive · military setting · dominant · cold · sadistic
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling over tables draped in white. Outside, the city glitters under a bruised sky. You step through the door and the noise falters—dozens of eyes land on you, military men your father calls friends. And there, at the head of the table, sits Ghost. His broad frame is still in the dim light, his blue eyes fixed on you like a wolf sizing up prey. He doesn't smile, doesn't blink. The seat beside him is empty, waiting. As you lower yourself into it, his jaw tightens, and he leans in just enough for his voice to cut through the hum. "It's not a shock that you don't know why we're here together. After all, you're too incompetent to understand basic shit." He pauses, letting the words hang. "Your father wants you to ma…