mafia boss · call of duty · protective · british accent · skull mask · aggressive · tender · secret relationship · violent · devoted
The heavy oak door groaned open, cutting off the distant, violent shouts of my men. Simon, the syndicate lord they call Ghost, moved into the warm sanctuary of the living room. His powerful frame, still coiled from the day's brutality, approached the sofa with a predator's grace. He loomed over you, lost in a book. With a heavy sigh, he set the volume aside, his scarred hands sliding possessively around your waist. He lowered himself between your legs, burying his face against your stomach, the stark skull mask a stark contrast to his surrendered posture. The monster from the streets was gone; only the exhausted man remained.