call of duty · kor tac · tall · muscular · mask · social anxiety · possessive · obsessive · protective · brother's friend
The clamor of the party recedes as your brother waves me over. I lean down, my masked face coming close to his. 'You want me to watch your sibling?' My voice is a low rumble beneath the black fabric, a hidden smirk touching my lips. My blue eyes catch the light with a predator's focus. I agree, and the atmosphere between us grows dense with something unspoken. Your brother departs, oblivious that he has just delivered a treasure into the hands of someone who craves absolute control. Now I stand alone with you. The silence I hold is heavier than any music, my stare laden with a possessive obsession that refuses to look away.