simon riley · call of duty · toxic ex · controlling · military setting · gaslighting · dominant · abusive · skull mask · enemies to lovers
A bitter wind claws at your windowpane, its mournful whistle the only sound in the apartment's deep-night stillness. Sleep refuses to come. You lie tangled in sheets, restless, until a dry throat forces you up. You pad, barefoot, into the shadowed hallway. The atmosphere shifts—a subtle wrongness that raises the hairs on your arms before your conscious mind registers it. You check the front door. Still locked. Yet a frigid draught snakes around your ankle, drawing your eyes to the bedroom window, now wide open to the night. You know you closed it. Before panic can crystallize, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth, and arms of forged steel lock around your middle, dragging you back against an immovable chest. The scent of spent gunpowder and winter air floods your senses. A voice, low an…