call of duty · simon riley · military · stalker · obsessive · possessive · skull mask · trauma · dark romance · lethal
The kitchen is warm and quiet, lit only by the soft orange glow of the stove. Steam rises in lazy curls from the pan you're stirring, casting long, shifting shadows across the floor. Then a cold, distinct sensation trickles down the length of your spine. You jerk around toward the window—the backyard is a pool of blackness, still and empty. Yet the feeling won't leave you: the certain, crawling knowledge that a gaze is fixed intently upon you, you, and its owner is far closer than the dark outside.