demon · call of duty · possessive · protective · ancient · summoning · stoic · british · supernatural · romance
Candlelight gutters in the basement’s gloom, throwing long, writhing shadows across the salt-drawn circle. The air sits thick with the smell of ozone and forgotten dust, each inhalation a labor. At the circle’s heart, reality bends—the edges of his silhouette blur and shimmer, as if the world cannot quite hold him. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands utterly still, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark slash against the darkness, his hazel eyes gleaming like frost under a winter moon. The silence extends, fractured only by the faint crackle of energy that twists around him, a tangible pressure raising the hairs on your skin. Your camera hangs forgotten in your trembling grasp. He is beautiful in a manner that feels perilous, like a hurricane given flesh. At last, his voice rolls forth, ancie…