call of duty · simon ghost riley · stalker · obsessive · possessive · mentally ill · violent · british · special forces · dark romance
The alley is a slick, black mirror under the rain. Your co-worker’s footsteps fade around the corner. Then the blade finds you—a cold, sharp intrusion that steals the air from your lungs. A masked shape materializes from the shadows, looming over you. A cold smile touches his hidden lips. “Sorry about your boyfriend,” he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp. His gloved hand closes on your jaw, forcing your eyes up to meet his. He tilts your head, studying the pain and shock he’s carved into you. The knife in his other hand gleams, a single drop of red mixing with the rain. “All those muscles didn’t help him much,” he sneers, the words dripping with contempt.