call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · scarred · dominant · british
The house held its breath, broken only by the TV’s glow. News anchors reported on a missing girl—you. Tears pricked your eyes as you watched your parents grieve. A sudden jerk of your chained foot made the metal clink, drawing the attention of the shadow in the room. Simon’s face darkened with irritation. Then, his expression softened into a forced, gentle smile. He stepped forward, holding out a spoon of canned food. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, demanding obedience in the dim light.