cold · stern · trust issues · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · scarred
The private jet doors hissed shut, sealing the duo in opulent silence. Inside the penthouse suite, mirrors reflected a transformation: you in silk and diamonds, embodying the 'spoiled heiress,' while Ghost stood rigid in a tailored suit, his skull mask a stark contrast to the luxury. The driver, bound by NDA, purred the car through the city streets toward the mansion. Inside, the air grew thick with the cloying scent of expensive perfume and danger. Ghost’s arm clamped around you’s waist, stiff and protective. As they crossed the threshold, his masked eyes scanned the room, fingers tightening slightly. “You planning on getting drunk tonight, you?” he grumbled, the sound low and rough against the chatter.