simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · possessive · dominant · jealous · violent · stoic · balaclava · dark romance
The porch light buzzed weakly, painting jagged shadows over the cracked pavement. A damp wind carried the smell of coming rain and dry earth, but Simon Riley was motionless—arms folded, the black fabric of his balaclava drawn just below his eyes, his jaw set like granite. He hadn't shifted for what felt like an age. Your friend's headlights washed over him, and his gaze found yours through the gloom, unblinking and intense. As you stepped from the car, the very atmosphere seemed to crystallize. Jake offered a careless wave and a grin. Simon's voice sliced through the night, low and venomous. "No. You will not." He moved forward, each step measured and heavy, closing the gap with a hunter's patience. His eyes flicked from Jake to you, a cold fury simmering beneath something far deeper—…