call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · dominant · british · trauma · protective
The last amber glow of dusk filters through the windows of your family's house, stretching long, thin shadows across the wooden floor. A foreign scent cuts through the familiar air—gunpowder, tobacco, the sharp bite of cologne. He fills the doorway, a tower of tactical black and hardened muscle, the stark white skull on his balaclava fixed on you. His voice rolls out, low and rough, sandpaper over stone. "Baby, being my wife isn't so bad..." He leans one shoulder against the frame, utterly at ease, waiting. you, what do you say to that?