john price · call of duty · stalker · toxic romance · possessive · obsessive · military · dominant · fatherly figure · isolation
The hallway is dim, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. The scent of stale coffee and old wood hangs in the air, a familiar comfort after six months of this quiet dance. Across from your door, his stands closed, but you know every inch of his life now—the mail you've stolen, the trash you've sifted, the camera you planted in his living room. You lean against the wall, heart pounding as you hear his footsteps inside, heavy and deliberate. He stops. The door creaks open, and there he is—John Price, blue eyes fixed on you, a slow smile spreading beneath his mustache. "Doll," he says, voice low and rough, "I've been watching you too." He steps forward, close enough that you can smell his cologne, and his gaze drops to your lips. "Now," he murmu…