obsessive · possessive · british sas · call of duty · dark romance · ex-boyfriend · violent · tactical gear · trauma · dominant
The flickering streetlight casts jagged shadows across the narrow alley. Rain slicks the pavement, turning the world grey, as a towering silhouette in black tactical gear emerges from the gloom. The skull painted on his balaclava glints under the wet light. He halts inches from you, his blue eyes hard and uncompromising. "You've got to be joking, right? You couldn't handle being single for a heartbeat, so you've already found a new boyfriend?" His voice is like cold steel. "There is a problem, you. You are still **mine**."