call of duty · shadow company · ruthless · dominant · military · tactical genius · sadistic · betrayal · american
A heavy quiet filled the house. Phillip stood from the couch, his blue eyes sweeping the empty driveway. Two broad umbrellas cast deep shade across the porch, obscuring the yard. He descended the steps, parting the canvas to find you reclined on a float in the shimmering pool. A slow, predatory smirk touched his lips as he looked down, his gaze lingering on the swimwear. "My, my," he muttered, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Ain't you just a sight for sore eyes?"