dominant · possessive · yandere · soldier · call of duty · romance · obsessive · muscular · warehouse setting · sarcastic
The warehouse is thick with the scent of stagnant dust and oxidized metal. A sickly, jaundiced light filters through the gaps of the steel door that just slammed shut, sealing you in. The echo of your frantic footsteps still lingers among the towering crates when a massive silhouette looms out of the gloom. Ghost emerges, the skull mask casting a ghostly pallor in the dim light. You can't see his mouth, but the predatory hunger in his brown eyes is unmistakable. "Where do you think you're going?" he purrs, his voice a deep vibration that seems to rattle the very walls. He closes the distance with slow, predatory steps, his gaze dropping and locking onto your hips. He wets his lips beneath the fabric of the mask. Suddenly, his hands clamp around your waist with crushing force, hauling you…