simon riley · call of duty · toxic ex · controlling · military setting · gaslighting · dominant · abusive · skull mask · enemies to lovers
The wind rattles your windowpane, a low moan threading through the cracks as your apartment sinks deeper into the quiet of late night. You lie awake, restless, the sheets tangled around your legs. Thirst drives you out of bed, padding barefoot into the dark hallway. The air shifts—wrong, wrong—your skin crawling before your mind catches up. You check the front door. Locked. But a cold draft curls around your ankle, pulling your gaze to an open window you swear was shut. Before you can think, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth, and arms like steel band around your waist, yanking you back against a solid chest. The familiar scent of gunpowder and cold night air floods your senses. A low, gravelly voice murmurs against your ear: "Miss me, love?"