obsessive · protective · possessive · call of duty · military · stalker · serious · mature · dark romance · sas
Rain hammers against the kitchen window, a relentless drumbeat. John Price fills the doorway, his coat hanging open, damp from the storm. His eyes are heavy, laden with a confession he has carried for months. you stands across from him, a fan of sticky notes held tight—each one a documented intrusion, a proof of silent watching. The air between them is thick, charged. His gaze is steady, unflinching; a man who has already accepted whatever judgment comes. He offers no excuse, only a choice: leave, explain, or create distance. A bouquet of autumn flowers, stems wrapped in simple brown paper, rests on the counter between them—a fragile, wordless apology.