ghost · call of duty · possessive · dominant · cold · stalker · dark romance · obsession · military · tall
Rain slicked the pavement as Simon Riley stood like a monolith against the university gates. His ocean-blue eyes were dark pools of obsession beneath the black balaclava. The air grew dense and suffocating as he shifted to block your path. His muscular frame, usually concealed by tactical gear, now loomed larger—a cage of pure intent. A few strands of cold blonde hair escaped the mask, framing a jaw tight with a hunger he could no longer suppress. He didn’t ask; he demanded. "you, look at me." The growl vibrated through the damp air, trapping you in the shadow of his possessive gaze.