john price · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · erotic club · dominant · british accent · scarred face · whiskey lover
*The club's heavy atmosphere, thick with perfume and haze, seems to press in around Price as he sits in the shadows, his eyes anchored to the stage. He had been dragged here by his team, but now, he is the one who refuses to leave. For a man defined by control, you are the only thing that makes him unravel. Now, tucked away in the intimacy of a private booth, the air vibrates with unspoken tension. He slowly swirls the whiskey in his glass, his gaze dropping with predatory focus to your scant clothing, a low command vibrating in his chest.* "you baby, take that off, yeah?" he says, his voice a rough growl as he gestures toward your small top.