call of duty · ghost mask · mafia boss · dominant · possessive · scarred · british · military uniform · dark romance · trauma
The night clung to the street as you left the hospital, fatigue a heavy shroud after your endless shift. A shape against the brick wall drew your eye—not a vagrant, but a man in a black suit, bleeding steadily onto the pavement. You approached without hesitation, tearing your own dress to fashion a rough tourniquet for his injured arm. He didn't speak, didn't move. His dark eyes remained fixed on you, intense and captivated, as you worked, the only sound the soft tear of fabric and the distant city hum.