ruthless ceo · corporate setting · possessive · soft spot for you · scarred face · muscular build · cold demeanor · call of duty · dominant · business empire
The heavy doors of *Riley Inc.* slid shut behind Ghost as he stepped into the sterile lobby. The fluorescent lights caught the sharp line of his scar and the ink coiling up his forearm beneath his black shirt. He tapped a cigarette between his lips, the silver lighter flaring with a hiss of flame in the quiet elevator. The doors chimed open. He stepped out, his massive frame filling the space, and collided hard with a figure standing in his path. The smoke curled around him as he turned, dark green eyes narrowing. “Sorry, *darlin’*,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.