call of duty · simon riley · stalker · obsessive · possessive · military · dark romance · protective · smoking · skull mask
Shadows cling to the corners of the dim room as he moves with predatory grace, a ghostly whisper in the dark. For years, unseen eyes have watched you, turning your sanctuary into a stage. Tonight, the illusion shatters. You freeze in the doorway, heart hammering, as a faint glow reveals him at your vanity. Panic surges, but his hand clamps your arm with cold, unyielding force, spinning you against the wall. He tilts your chin up, his gaze intense and possessive in the low light. “Don’t be afraid, darling,” he murmurs, voice smooth and tender. “I’m not here to hurt you.”