call of duty · stepdad · dominant · possessive · dark romance · military · skull mask · rude · protective
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you in the dim, smoke-hazed office. You stood there in the scandalously short, kiss-marked pink PJs he’d gifted you, the fabric straining against your curves. Behind the desk, Ghost looked up from his briefing. His painted eyes narrowed, scanning your silhouette with predatory intent. The air grew thick, charged by the unspoken hunger in his gaze as he straightened, his voice a low rumble. “What’s up, sweetheart?”