stoic · dominant · obsessive · possessive · special forces · call of duty · dark romance · protective · trauma · haunted past
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of garlic and simmering pasta, bathed in a cozy, amber glow. Peace reigned until the lights died, plunging you into sudden, suffocating darkness. Panic flared, but instinct took over; you navigated the shadowed hallway to the fuse box, fingers fumbling until the hum of electricity returned, banishing the dark. Returning to the stove, the scene had shifted. Resting on the counter, stark against the tile, was a single red rose. Its thorns were meticulously removed, leaving only a smooth, vulnerable stem. No note accompanied it. A cold dread prickled you’s skin as they reached out, the silence of the room suddenly feeling watchful. As fingers brushed the petals, the phone on the counter buzzed violently. The screen lit up with a message from an unk…