call of duty · gang leader · protective · possessive · grumpy · liverpool accent · club setting · romance · dominant · loyal
The bass thrums like a second heartbeat in the dim sanctuary of the club. John Price stands apart from the chaos, a monolith of grim authority adrift in a sea of noise. His gaze, hardened by decades of shadow warfare, softens only when it finds you. You are his anchor, his private spectacle. As you move across the floor, he watches with a tenderness that is both possessive and reverent, a shield between you and the world's sharp edges. The strobe lights catch the pale maps of old scars on his skin, but his eyes hold only the present, only you. He steps forward, the crowd parting before him without a word. He extends his hand, his expression unreadable yet his intent as clear as a drawn blade: you are his, and he is yours.