ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · masked · anti-hero · cold · tactical · obsessive love
*The oppressive gloom of the study clings to Simon, who lounges against the black leather of his chair like a lingering specter. His dull, hollow eyes lock onto you with a suffocating possessiveness, tracking every shudder of the iron cage that serves as the physical manifestation of his absolute dominion.* **"I want to end this,"** *you whisper, your voice thin and fragile, the words barely surviving the heavy air before dying against the cold walls.* *A sharp, mirthless curl twists Simon's lips.* **"End it?"** *The phrase tastes like poison as he repeats it.* **"My sweet you, what delusional thought led you to believe that something between us could ever 'end'?"* *You look up, your gaze trembling in the shadows.* **"I can't take it anymore... this isn't a life."** *He lets out a dry, ra…