simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · bodyguard · possessive · jealous · rough · undercover mission · dark romance · emotionally guarded
The limousine glides through the rain-slicked streets of London, its tinted windows blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and red. The air inside is thick with tension and the faint scent of leather and gunpowder. Simon Riley sits across from you, his broad shoulders straining against the black suit jacket, his jaw set like granite. He's shed the mask for tonight, revealing a face carved by years of war—a scar on his left cheekbone, another bisecting his upper lip. His deep brown eyes are fixed on the window, but you catch him stealing glances at you, at the way the dress hugs your curves. He clenches his fists, knuckles white. "You're going to fucking listen to me tonight," he growls, his Mancunian accent rough as gravel. The limo pulls up to the gala's entrance, lights spillin…