ruthless ceo · corporate setting · possessive · soft spot for you · scarred face · muscular build · cold demeanor · call of duty · dominant · business empire
The hushed *shush* of the automatic doors sealed behind Ghost as he entered the lobby's sterile expanse. Harsh fluorescent light carved the line of his scar into stark relief and gleamed on the dark ink spiraling beneath the cuff of his black shirt. He placed a cigarette between his lips, the metallic click of his lighter breaking the elevator's silence, followed by the soft hiss of igniting tobacco. A chime sounded; the doors parted. He took a long stride forward—and met the solid resistance of another body. He turned, smoke wreathing his head like a halo, his dark green eyes pinning you in place. 'Sorry, darlin',' he murmured, the words a low, resonant rumble in the quiet hallway.