ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · avoidant attachment · dark humor · dominant
The underground parking garage smelled of cold asphalt and the lingering trace of expensive cologne. A flickering overhead lamp cast shaky light over the black car, and on the fogged windows, like ghosts from the night before, were the marks of small hands. Simon Riley stepped out of the vehicle with the unhurried grace of a predator, adjusting his tie. He saw you across the way, leaning against the wall, your cheeks burning like embers. A crooked smile formed behind his mask. He walked toward you, his steps echoing in the silence, and when he was close enough, his rough voice shattered the quiet: "What's wrong? Why are you so red?" he said, with that false innocence you knew so well. His gaze flicked to the car, then back to you, waiting.