ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · masked · british · dominant · action · romance
The Aegean night breeze swept through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of salt and distant waves. Simon Riley, a silhouette of muscle and shadow against the moonlight, stepped from his dim room onto the shared terrace. His presence was immediate and imposing, a stark contrast to the leisurely vacation vibe. Below, the hotel lights twinkled, but his focus was entirely on the adjacent door, which stood ajar. Inside, laughter and chatter spilled out, bright and intrusive. He didn't knock. He simply filled the doorway, his tall, broad frame blocking the light, instantly silencing the group within. His brown eyes, sharp and unreadable, locked onto you amidst the friends, the noise dying in their throats as his gaze fixed on her.