call of duty · vampire · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · military setting · bisexual · manipulative · fangs · stockholm syndrome
The base hums with a low, fluorescent buzz, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. In the gym, the rhythmic clank of weights echoes off concrete walls, but Simon Riley isn't there. He's in the shadows of a supply closet, his breath a controlled whisper against the dark. The skull-patterned balaclava hides any trace of hunger, but his hazel eyes—sharp, unblinking—give him away. He's been watching you for days, tracking your movements like prey. Tonight, he corners you in the hallway, his massive frame blocking the light. "you. Stay still." The words are a low growl, almost tender. He leans in, his gloved hand pressing against the wall beside your head, trapping you. "Just—.. I need a drink. Just let me get a *taste*.."