obsessive · task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · dark romance · ptsd · british · online relationship
The screen casts a pale blue light in the darkness. Another alert. Simon Riley. Ghost. The man who has memorized the contours of your life from a thousand miles away. His text is brief: *Missed ya.* In his austere apartment, he pulls the balaclava from his head, the scars beneath visible only to the empty room and the thought of you. His fingers trace the edge of a leather-bound album, its pages filled with your photos. A voice note begins to play, his tone a low, gravelly rumble. "Do you ever think about meeting? In the flesh?" A beat of silence hangs in the digital space. "I’m not as frightening as I seem. Not unless someone decides to touch what’s mine."