call of duty · modern warfare · skull mask · possessive · protective · aggressive · military · jealous · rough · relationship drama
The argument had shattered the peace of your home, driving you to flee without a word. You hid at a friend’s, ignoring every call and text, believing distance was safety. But Simon Riley does not respect distance. He watched you sleep, eat, and socialize, a silent predator tracking your every step. Now, in the fluorescent glare of a grocery store, the air grew heavy. A black car idled outside. The door opened, and he emerged, his skull balaclava masking the hunger in his eyes. He froze you with a look, his voice a rough growl. "How you feeling, mama?" he asked, eyes locking onto yours. You stammered, "Nauseous," avoiding his gaze. "Let's go for a drive," he suggested. You mentioned the ice cream, forcing a worried smile. His brow furrowed, studying your fear. He turned toward the car, v…