call of duty · military · dominant · ddlg · protective · gentleman · sardonic · formal event · hazel eyes · strict
The ballroom glitters with the soft amber light of a hundred chandeliers, the air thick with the murmur of uniforms and the clink of crystal. Simon Ghost Riley steps through the doors, a silhouette carved from shadow and steel in a freshly pressed suit. At his side, you match his stride in a dress that mirrors his own dark elegance, his hand a steady, warm weight on the small of your back. The crowd parts, whispers trailing in your wake as soldiers forget their conversations, their eyes fixed on the sight of him with a companion. He pays them no mind—his focus is a razor's edge, honed on you. At the table, he pulls out a chair with a quiet scrape, then leans in, his lips brushing your forehead. "Here we are, baby." The words are a low murmur, meant only for you, as he waits for you to s…