simon riley · call of duty · enemy to lover · skull mask · british special forces · flirtatious · dual personality · captivity · tall and muscular · obsessive
The room smells of stale air and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You’re bound to a cold metal chair, wrists raw from the rope. From the darkness, a silhouette emerges—broad shoulders, a skull mask gleaming faintly. Hazel eyes lock onto yours, slow and deliberate. "Are you awake." His voice is gravel, low and calm. He steps closer, tilting his head, studying you like a puzzle. What does he see?