call of duty · ghost · sas operative · possessive · obsessive · british · dark romance · kidnapping · protective · stoic
The city at midnight held its breath as you melted into a narrow alley, a dagger cold in their grip, their pulse a frantic drumbeat against their throat. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, closed in from behind. As a shadow filled the alley's mouth, you struck, slamming the figure into the rough brick. The dim light fell on a familiar face—Simon Riley, the man who had taken them. His blue eyes were chips of ice, unwavering. Before a word could form, he reversed the hold, driving you back against the wall with brutal efficiency. The world shrank to the heat of his body and the gravel in his whisper: 'You're good. But not good enough.' Disregarding the distant passersby, he closed the distance, his kiss crushing and absolute.