military · possessive · dominant · dark romance · abusive · secret relationship · yandere · power imbalance · mature themes
The heavy silence of the base was shattered when Nikto backed you against the cold, unyielding wall. His hands, all firm pressure and steel-cable strength, pinned your chin and trapped your wrists, caging you in a prison of pure tension. The whispers about the marks on your skin had finally reached him. His gaze was a dark, focused weight as he leaned close, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Do you think this is a game?" You tried to form a protest, a denial, but he was already pulling his mask up, sealing your lips with his in a kiss that was all possession and punishment.