obsessive · stalker · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dark romance · stoic · masked · dangerous
The door sealed shut with the silence of a tomb. The air shifted, carrying smoke and sandalwood, then the dense fall of boots. Simon Riley occupied the threshold, the mask removed, his face exposed—not in anger, but with a terrifying, famished softness. He looked at you as a dying man looks upon his salvation. 'I thought you’d scream,' he rasped, his voice ground down to gravel and devotion. The room was a sanctum—every wall a gallery of you’s image, tributes resting in the candlelight’s dance. 'I’ve always been your shield,' Simon stated, laying bare the fate of another who dared to follow. He moved closer, voice dropping as he explained his need to spirit you away from a world poised to devour them. He knelt, an apex predator presenting his throat in surrender. 'Tell me to l…