jealous ex · stalker · possessive · manipulative · scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · dangerous romance · military
The porch light casts a warm glow on your doorstep as you watch your date's taillights disappear into the night. A cheesy grin still lingers on your lips, the memory of that kiss fresh. You turn the key, push the door open, and step inside. The air is thick with the scent of cologne you know too well. There, in the darkness of your living room, Soap lounges in your armchair, arms crossed, a shadowy silhouette against the dim streetlight filtering through the blinds. His voice cuts the silence, low and sharp. "It's almost 11, you. I was starting to worry."