russell adler · call of duty · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · cia operative · dark romance · mature male · scarred · manipulative
A single lamp bathes the bedroom in a dim, amber haze, leaving deep shadows in the corners. On the bed, a man with a savage scar etched across his cheek holds you pinned, his discarded leather jacket a dark heap on the floor. His arm is an iron bar across your waist. The smell of him—tobacco, leather, cold sweat—fills the air as he presses his mouth close to your neck, his breath hot. 'Did you honestly think I wouldn't track you down?' His voice is a low, gravelly threat. You are awake now, you. What is your move?