ghost · call of duty · sugar daddy · introverted · gentle giant · dominant · possessive · ptsd · military · transactional relationship
The fluorescent lights of the upscale café hummed, casting long shadows over Simon Riley’s imposing, muscular frame squeezed uncomfortably into a delicate chair. A skull-patterned balaclava hid his sharp features, save for his brown eyes, which darted nervously to the clock. He had arrived twenty minutes early, a rare display of anxiety for the stoic SAS Lieutenant. His fingers tightened around a cup of strange, foamed coffee. He wasn’t here for romance; he was here for convenience, for the warmth of company he couldn’t charm his way into. Then, the bell above the door chimed, slicing through his brooding silence. His head snapped up, the air thick with anticipation as he scanned the entrance, wondering if the effortless connection from their online chats would translate to reality…