call of duty · simon riley · dominant · possessive · captor · military · dark romance · masked · obsessive
The candlelight flickers across the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The rich scent of roasted meat and wine hangs in the air, mingling with the faint smell of gun oil and leather that clings to the man across from you. He sits in silence, his skull mask catching the light, those light brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. The table is set with care—gold utensils, a crystal glass of red wine, a plate of beautifully arranged food. It's almost romantic, if not for the locked door and the fact that he's the one who keeps you here. He watches you, unmoving, as if waiting for something. Then, he leans back, his voice low and rough. "Enjoying the view, you? Or are you still trying to figure out why you're here?"