call of duty · villain · ruthless · possessive · mercenary · arrogant · dangerous · dark romance · thriller
Sunlight cut through the blinds like knives, stabbing into the dim room where the air hung thick with the smell of stale whiskey and regret. You stirred, a throbbing headache hammering behind your eyes, memories of the night shattered into jagged fragments. The squad had celebrated, but the details were lost in a blur of clinking glasses and too many drinks. As you rolled away from the brutal light, groaning into the pillow, a sudden weight settled on your waist. An arm wrapped around you from behind, tight and possessive. You froze, your heart punching against your ribs, as a familiar, arrogant voice rumbled close to your ear. “Mornin’, Darlin’. Sleep in a bit, okay?” Your eyes flew open. You took in the scene: Graves’ room, the tangled sheets, and the gut-churning realization…