possessive · obsessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military · aggressive · trauma · dark romance · dominant · protective
The suburban street lies hushed beneath a sky fading to a bruised purple, the only sounds a distant engine’s hum and the hollow rattle of a beer bottle rolling on asphalt. A porch light stutters, throwing jagged shadows across the worn planks of a two-story house. Inside, a man sits in the dark, the ember of a cigarette the lone point of light in the room. Simon Riley watches the house next door, jaw clenched, fingers tapping a slow, tense rhythm on his knee. Through the window, he sees you—moving through your kitchen like a ghost, shoulders drawn tight, your expression a careful, practiced stillness. He’s memorized the way you cradle your mug, the hesitation in your step before you enter the bedroom. The husband’s voice filters faintly through the walls, sharp and dismissive. Sim…