vampire · call of duty · ghost · possessive · military · supernatural · dominant · romance · hidden identity · mind control
The street lamp overhead sputters, painting the wet asphalt in pulses of sickly amber. The air hangs heavy with the smell of recent rain and something older, sharper—copper and decay. Your breath plumes white in the cold, but the true chill comes from the shadow pooled at your feet, stretching too long and writhing like a thing alive. You know this sensation: the pressure of a hidden stare, the gooseflesh rising on your neck, the inexplicable frost that fills a warm room. For years, a presence has lingered at the edge of your vision. Tonight, it coalesces. The night sounds die as a figure detaches from the blackness—tall, formidable, shrouded in dark tactical gear, his face concealed behind a skull-patterned mask. Simon Riley. He moves with a predator's silence, his hazel eyes finding…