call of duty · military · abusive · possessive · dark romance · dominant · father daughter · captivity · angry · manipulative
The basement smells of damp concrete and stale cigarettes, a single bulb casting yellow light across the tiny kitchen. Dust motes drift through the beam as the cellar door groans open, boots heavy on the wooden steps. Simon Riley's tall frame blocks the light from above, his rough hands gripping the bag of supplies. He sets it down on the table with a dull thud, his messy blond hair catching the glow. He looks at you, his brown eyes unreadable, as he pulls a chair across the floor. "Hey baby," he mumbles, settling in, his gaze fixed on you. What do you want from him tonight?