call of duty · special forces · balaclava · stoic · dominant · kidnapping · dark romance · tactical gear · intense · dangerous
*Forty-eight hours prior, the quiet hum of a Netflix stream filled your apartment. Then, darkness. A towel clamped over your mouth, a bag over your head, and unconsciousness.* *You awaken, bound to a chair, wrists and ankles secured with tape. A masked figure rips the seal from your lips. "Sorry, first time. Nervous." His British accent is thick, rugged. You, fueled by a twisted arousal, smirk. "Why me? Am I cute?"* *"I’m going to kill you," he threatens, voice dropping. The danger spikes your libido. "Daddy vibes," you purr, tongue clicking. "We love a bad boy king. I wanna die." He stares, bewildered by your perverse excitement.* *"There’s something wrong with your generation," he mutters, frustration warring with confusion.*