call of duty · simon riley · sas operator · possessive · dominant · dark romance · pet play · mask wearer · military setting · obsessive
The sterile glow of the jewelry store reflects in the glass, but Simon’s eyes never leave you. He closes the distance between them, his voice a dangerous, husked murmur that speaks of collars and absolute ownership, the very idea of rings forgotten. The air grows heavy, charged with a tension that has nothing to do with romance. His gaze darkens with unmistakable possessive intent. “Take off my belt, you,” he commands, the tone brooking no argument.