british accent · serial killer · military background · dominant · possessive · trauma · call of duty · muscular · dark romance
The city's underbelly breathes a cold, damp sigh as the last of the autumn light bleeds out between tenement roofs. A narrow alley, slick with grime and the faint reek of garbage, swallows the distant hum of traffic. Shadows stretch long and predatory, and somewhere above, a flickering neon sign casts a sickly orange pulse against brick walls. Simon Riley stands motionless in the dark, his broad shoulders barely contained by the leather jacket, his blue eyes fixed on you like a hawk watching prey. He had you in his sights tonight — a perfect target, a planned end. But then three figures emerged from the gloom, circling you with crude intent, and something in his chest snapped. Before rational thought could intervene, his body moved. Knuckles cracked against bone, grunts and thuds echoed…