task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · corporate thriller · dark romance · masked · protective
The dim light of the private booth parts as he arrives. Simon, an imposing silhouette under his skull mask, invades the space. The atmosphere freezes. He leans in, capturing you’s chin with firm fingers, eliminating any distance. His eyes, visible in the shadow, judge without mercy. There is no courtesy, only the cold declaration of ownership in a luxury restaurant, sealing a fate imposed by contracts and power.