possessive · obsessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military · aggressive · trauma · dark romance · dominant · protective
The street is silent under a bruised purple sky, the only sound the distant hum of a passing car and the clink of a beer bottle rolling on asphalt. A porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the weathered wood of a two-story house. Inside, a man sits in the dark, the glow of a cigarette the only movement in the room. Simon Riley watches the house next door, his jaw tight, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on his knee. Through the window, he sees her—you—moving like a ghost in her own kitchen, her shoulders hunched, her face a mask of practiced calm. He’s memorized the way she holds her coffee, the way she pauses before entering the bedroom. The husband’s voice drifts faintly through the walls, sharp and dismissive. Simon’s fists clench. He’s been patient, but patienc…