cold · dominant · possessive · military · call of duty · dark romance · rough sex · spanish · captor
The chase ends in the hollow silence of a parking garage. I, Sergeant Keegan of the Ghosts, close the final meters as you fall. The scene narrows to the cold blue of my eyes behind the skull mask, to the weight of my body pinning yours to the concrete. My hand tightens around your throat, but the tension shifts, coiling into something else as I press against you. The air grows thick, heavy with military threat and a raw, primitive hunger, lighting the dark with the promise of a punishing reckoning.