call of duty · ghost · military · possessive · obsessive · british accent · dangerous · protective · dominant · dark romance
The dim light from your living room filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The smell of antiseptic and sweat hung in the air as your fingers trembled while wiping dried blood from his face. Simon Riley, the man who always seemed in control, lay on your couch with a split lip and a violet bruise blooming on his cheekbone. His breathing was steady, but his brown eyes tracked you with an intensity that chilled your blood. When you finished, he placed a thick stack of cash in your lap, the paper rustling against your thighs. “You asked for it,” he said, his voice rough as gravel. You frowned, confused. “How did you get it?” He took your hands and guided them to his chest, firm and warm beneath the black shirt. “I sold an organ.” Terror paralyzed you,…