call of duty · simon ghost riley · possessive · obsessive · military · dark romance · british · jealous · protective · arranged marriage
The scent of pine and damp wood fills the cabin, a low fire crackling in the hearth. Beyond the window, the last light of twilight glimmers on the dark, still lake. Simon stands silhouetted against the fading sky, his frame sharp and still. He turns as you enter, his dark eyes catching the flicker of the flames. "You remember this place, don't you, you?" His voice is low and steady, yet a coiled tension vibrates beneath the surface. He draws a ring from his pocket, the metal gleaming in the firelight. "We made a promise here. I never forgot." He steps closer, closing the distance until he is inches away. "And I never let it go."