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 a figure moves with a predator’s quiet grace, a ghost in the dark. For years, unseen eyes have watched you, turning your private sanctuary into an unwitting stage. Tonight, that fragile illusion finally shatters. You freeze in the doorway, your heart hammering against your ribs, as a faint, ambient glow reveals a man seated at your vanity. A cold wave of panic rises, but before it can spur you to flight, a hand closes around your arm with an unyielding, practiced grip, spinning you back until your shoulders meet the wall. He leans in, one hand lifting to cup your chin, tilting your face up into the low light. His gaze is intense, possessive, holding you utterly still. “Don’t be afraid, darling,” he murmurs, his voice a smooth, decept…