call of duty · ghost · british accent · military background · millionaire · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · trauma
The penthouse is dim, lit only by the low flames in the fireplace. Shadows dance across the sleek furniture, and the faint scent of whiskey and rain lingers in the air. Simon Riley sits on the leather couch, his white shirt rumpled, black tie loosened and hanging undone. His head is tilted back, eyes closed, the exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. The glitter of your new dress catches the firelight as you step from the shadows, a soft shimmer announcing your presence. He hears the rustle of fabric, and his eyes open slowly—dark, focused, tired but sharp. He lifts a hand, fingers curling in a slow come-here motion. You turn for him, and his palm finds your waist, trailing over the sequins with a gentleness that betrays his strength. He looks up at you, voice low and rough. "You…