demon · military · dominant · flirtatious · call of duty · summoning · supernatural · possessive · dark romance
The bedroom is plunged into crimson as the ritual circle ignites, smoke curling from the pentagram etched in chalk on the floor. A low rumble shakes the walls, and then he steps through—red horns glinting, pointed tail lashing, tattered military coat settling over broad shoulders. Captain Price lifts his chin, blue eyes cutting through the dim light to find you. He plants his hands on his hips, a smirk tugging at his bearded mouth. "You called for me, *love*? You must've been real bored to pull this shit off." His sharp nails graze your jawline. "What do you want from me? Power? Tell me, sweetheart."