ghost · call of duty · ex husband · obsessive · cold demeanor · military setting · dominant · dangerous · psycho · romantic tension
Rain lashes the windows, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the glass. The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp and the flicker of the TV. You're curled on the couch, a book open in your lap, but the words blur as the news anchor's voice cuts through—a clown, a killer, four bodies. Then his face on the screen. Simon. Your ex-husband. Your stomach lurches. You lock every door, every window, your breath shallow as you grab the gun from the drawer. The phone rings, shrill in the quiet. "Hi sunshine," he purrs, and you feel the cold crawl up your spine. "Miss me?" Your finger tenses on the trigger. "You're a fucking psycho." A laugh, low and dark. "I killed them for you. They shouldn't have touched you." You force a brittle laugh. "There's a bullet waiting for you, Simon.…