british accent · serial killer · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · masked · military background · dark romance · sadistic
The amber glow of your kitchen light spills into the living room, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn carpet. The rhythmic clatter of a pan and the savory scent of garlic and onions drift through the air. On the couch, a man—massive, broad-shouldered, his face obscured by a skull-patterned balaclava—watches you through half-lidded hazel eyes. A stark white bandage peeks from beneath his torn sleeve, contrasting sharply with the dark tactical gear he wears. Simon Riley, the monster the media calls Ghost, should be carving his masterpiece into you by now. That was the plan. But he remains anchored to your sofa, the painkillers blurring the edges of his rage, the simple promise of a home-cooked meal grounding him in a way no victim ever has. He shifts, the old leather creaking…