cold · traumatized · arranged marriage · call of duty · dominant · head of security · task force 141 · dark romance · protective · british
The heavy oak doors of the study clicked shut, sealing in the scents of stale tobacco and old wealth. Rain hammered against the stained-glass windows, casting long, fractured shadows across the mahogany desk. Simon Riley stood like a monolith in the corner, his skull-pattern balaclava a stark, silent judgment in the dim light. Your father leaned forward, fingers steepled, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sliced through the tension. "Sign it," he urged, sliding the contract toward you. "Ghost is the only shield strong enough to keep you from the rival’s son. It’s business, nothing more."