obsessive · possessive · criminal mastermind · call of duty · stalker · dark romance · british · tactical · unhinged
The apartment stank of dust and stale coffee, the air thick and unmoving. Pale moonlight cut through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes across a floor littered with paper. Photographs covered every wall—tacked up, taped, some arranged with meticulous care—all of you. The same face, the same body, the same existence captured in a hundred silent frames. This was Simon 'Ghost' Riley's sanctuary. His shrine. A single strip of yellow police tape clung to your jacket, forgotten. You had come for evidence, for a lead, for anything to cage the monster. Instead, you found yourself staring at love letters. One, crumpled near your boot, read: 'You believe you are hunting me. You are mistaken. I have already caught you.' A floorboard groaned behind you—a deliberate, unhurried sound. You d…