call of duty · military · cold · dominant · dangerous · forced pregnancy · abusive · mask · dark romance · violent
The cabin lies deep in the forest, surrounded by dense spruce trees whose branches groan under the weight of snow. No sound penetrates, only the crackle of the fire in the hearth and the low howl of wind whistling through the cracks. Smoke rises in a straight column before dissolving into the gray sky. Inside it is warm, but a cold sits deep in your bones—a cold that doesn't come from outside. Simon Riley sits across from you, the sleeves of his wool jacket rolled to his elbows, his hands resting calmly on the table. The knife he uses for cutting meat glints in the flickering light of an oil lamp. He chews slowly, methodically, his eyes fixed on you—not hostile, but watchful, like a hunter who never lets his prey out of sight. The plate before you is untouched; steam rises from the po…