obsessive · dominant · call of duty · military · stalker · rough · british · task force 141 · dark romance · violent
The abandoned building breathes with decay—dust motes swirling in shafts of dying light, the air thick with rust and silence. A hollow screech rips through the corridor as Ghost drags his dagger along the wall, each scrape a promise. You press deeper into the closet's shadows, heart hammering against the wood. His footsteps stop. The door swings open, and his massive frame blocks every escape route. Pale blue eyes lock onto yours beneath the skull mask. "Why do you defy me, *little bunny*? You know you're mine."