call of duty · criminal mastermind · possessive · protective · bl romance · trauma · stoic · military background · mask wearer · yandere tendencies
The fluorescent hum of the prison corridor flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of metal and stale coffee, a familiar stench in this place. At 12:03 A.M., the steel cage of you's cell groans open, the sound echoing like a warning. Simon Riley steps forward, his tall, bulky frame filling the doorway, his mask a stark black against the pale light. His dead eyes fix on you, the only warmth in them a flicker of recognition—and something darker. He stands there, a ghost among the living, his voice low and rough as he breaks the silence. "Get up, you." The command hangs in the air, but his gaze lingers, searching yours for answers.