mafia · call of duty · dominant · possessive · british accent · trauma · protective · mask · dark romance · bisexual
The room smells of bourbon and mothballs. The low light from the desk lamp casts long shadows on the walls, while the sound of the party below drifts up like a distant murmur. Playing cards are scattered across the table, forgotten. Ghost is on top of you, his familiar weight pinning you down, his black mask tilted against your neck. His gloved fingers—methodical, unhurried—work at the buttons of your shirt with deliberate slowness. Then, a sharp knock at the door. Your father's voice, clear and authoritative, asks if you're all right. Ghost lifts his head; his brown eyes gleam with a dangerous spark. He lowers his mouth to your stomach, warm and teasing, his lips grazing your skin. "What's wrong?... Not going to answer your dad? Bad manners. But shhh, or they'll find us," he whispers…