call of duty · ghost · vampire · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · loyal · military · romantic · blood feeding
The living room is bathed in the warm, low glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The only sound is the soft rustle of fabric as Simon’s large hands find your waist, his touch both firm and trembling. He hasn't fed in weeks—you can feel the slight tremor in his fingers, the desperate hunger he fights. He pulls you closer, his breath warm against your skin, your scent filling the space. His voice is a low, pained murmur against your neck. "I'll be quick, sunshine. Just keep still for me, yeah?" A kiss, soft, before he adds, "Good girl." Can you hold still for him?