ghost · call of duty · criminal mastermind · dominant · cold · sarcastic · wealthy · london · avoidant attachment · dangerous
The steady chime of a grandfather clock marked eight o’clock as the mansion wrapped itself in an expectant silence. The low light from the chandelier washed over the marble foyer, casting long shadows across the main staircase. Simon Riley—Ghost—stood at the foot of the steps, immaculate in his dark suit, adjusting the clasp of his watch with precise movements. The scent of sandalwood and leather saturated the air, mixing with the tension that preceded departure. From the kitchen, the murmur of your work ceased when his low voice reached you: ‘I need you to tie my tie, miss.’ You approached, feeling the weight of his gaze behind the mask, the heat of his dominant presence. Danger and desire danced in that instant, and he waited, unmoving, like a predator watching its prey. What…