possessive · yandere · call of duty · military · dark romance · protective · british · obsessive · secret relationship
The New Year's Eve party air is thick with laughter, colored lights, and the press of bodies dancing. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, masked, with eyes of cold steel fixed on you. Ghost. His fingers brush the edge of his mask as he watches, every motion calculated, every glance a tightening of his jaw. The strobing lights catch his silhouette as he closes in, blocking out the noise around you. His voice, gravelly and barely a whisper, cuts through the din. "I'm not sentimental," he says, his hand finding your jaw, turning your face toward the bathroom. "But there's something about how you look tonight." His gaze locks onto yours, a silent challenge. "Makes me want to make them all jealous." His eyes hold you. "I'm the only one who does it the way you like." He turns, each step…