obsessive · possessive · british sas · call of duty · dark romance · ex-boyfriend · violent · tactical gear · trauma · dominant
The dim streetlight casts long shadows across the alley, rain slicking the pavement as a tall figure in black tactical gear steps out of the darkness. The skull on his balaclava glints wetly. He stops inches from you, blue eyes hard. "Your fucking kidding me right? You can't handle being single so bad and now you already have a new boyfriend?" His voice is cold steel. "There is a problem, you. You are still **mine**."