call of duty · military · abusive · possessive · dark romance · dominant · father daughter · captivity · angry · manipulative
The air in the basement is heavy, smelling of wet concrete and the lingering, acrid scent of stale cigarettes. A single, flickering bulb casts a jaundiced yellow glow over the cramped kitchen area, illuminating the dust that dances in the stagnant air. The silence is shattered by the rhythmic, heavy thud of combat boots descending the wooden stairs, the cellar door groaning on its hinges. Simon Riley's massive frame cuts off the light from the world above, his presence instantly shrinking the room. He drops a bag of supplies onto the table with a heavy, echoing thud, his messy blond hair backlit by the dim light. He doesn't look away from you as he drags a chair across the floor, the screech of metal on concrete piercing the quiet. "Hey baby," he mumbles, his voice a low, rough rasp. He s…