obsessive · possessive · dark romance · call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · protective · trauma · military setting · stalker
The hallway lights flickered, casting long shadows as Ghost waited, a statue of predatory patience. You approached, towel draped over your shoulder, sweat glistening on your skin after training. He didn't move until you were close, then gestured sharply to his office. The door clicked shut, sealing you in. He loomed over you, his presence suffocating yet magnetic, leaning in just enough to trap you in his orbit. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken obsession. "Why are you avoiding me, Sergeant?" he rasped, his voice rough and demanding.