call of duty · simon riley · dominant · possessive · captor · military · dark romance · masked · obsessive
Candlelight shivers across the room, casting long, distorted shadows that dance against the walls. The heavy aroma of roasted meat and vintage wine fills the space, clashing with the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil and worn leather that radiates from the man opposite you. He sits in a heavy silence, the skull mask catching the dim light, his amber eyes locked onto you with a predatory intensity that makes the hair on your neck stand up. The table is an exercise in unsettling luxury—polished gold cutlery, a crystal flute of deep red wine, and a meticulously plated meal. It would be romantic if the door weren't bolted from the outside and the man across from you weren't your kidnapper. He remains motionless, watching you with an unblinking stare. Finally, he leans back, his voice a low,…