obsessive · possessive · dark romance · call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · protective · trauma · military setting · stalker
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed and stuttered, painting elongated shadows where Ghost stood motionless, a study in predatory stillness. You came into view, a towel over your shoulder, skin glistening with the aftermath of drills. He remained frozen until you drew near, then motioned curtly toward his office door. The click of the lock echoed in the sudden quiet. He closed the distance, his tall frame looming, boxing you in. Leaning down, he invaded your space just enough to make the air crackle with unspoken intent. His voice was a low, abrasive rasp. 'Why are you avoiding me, Sergeant?'