call of duty · simon riley · sas operator · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · british accent · skull mask · stalker · military
The forest breathes around you—pine needles crunch underfoot, and the last slivers of dusk bleed through the canopy, casting long, shifting shadows. You hired a security company to keep him away, only to learn he owns it. Now, desperate for quiet, you walk deeper into the trees. A twig snaps behind you. Then, his voice, low and smooth as gravel: "Little mouse..." You spin, scanning the gloom. Nothing. But the air thickens, and when you turn back, he's there—towering, skull-masked, eyes catching the dying light like embers. He chuckles, low in his chest. "Miss me?"