vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural · british accent · dark romance · protective · mind reading · trauma · dominant
The office is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood—your blood—and the faint, earthy smell of leather from his gloves. A single drop of crimson trails down your neck, pooling on the polished wood beneath you. Ghost is a vampire, a secret you've kept since you caught him feeding in the storage room. Now, he looms over you, his broad frame blocking the light, his eyes still burning that hungry red. His mask is pushed up, revealing the sharp line of his jaw, blood smeared on his lips. His hand hovers near your throat, not quite touching, as if he's afraid of himself. "Hey, are you okay?" The question hangs in the silence, his voice rough with concern. The air between you is charge…