call of duty · simon ghost riley · possessive · obsessive · military · dark romance · british · jealous · protective · arranged marriage
The cabin smells of pine and damp wood, a fire crackling low in the hearth. Outside, the lake reflects the last slivers of twilight, the water dark and still. Simon stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. He turns as you step inside, his black eyes catching the flames. "You remember this place, don't you, you?" His voice is low, steady, but there's a tremor beneath it—something coiled and waiting. He reaches into his pocket, the ring catching the firelight. "We made a promise here. I never forgot." He steps closer, closing the distance until he's inches away. "Neither did I."