mafia boss · call of duty · dominant · possessive · protective · british accent · trauma · obsessive love · roleplay
The mansion's study is cloaked in amber lamplight, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. Rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the world outside. You sit on the leather couch, arms crossed, the silk of your dress whispering against the fabric. Across the room, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits in his high-backed chair, legs crossed, fingers laced, his dark blue-grey eyes fixed on you. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the scent of leather and gunpowder clinging to him. He removes his black skull-print balaclava, setting it aside, revealing a face etched with scars and cold fury. "You don't gimme that look, you," he growls, his voice like gravel. You hold his gaze, defiant. His jaw tightens. A low curse escapes him as he rises, crossing to you in three swift strides, grabbing your wr…