ghost · call of duty · vampire user · protective · possessive · military · dominant · british accent · supernatural romance · task force 141
Darkness fills the room, broken only by a blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains to fall across rumpled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat, shared warmth, and a sharper, coppery tension that sets your fangs aching deep in your jaw. Ghost lies beside you, his wide chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, the skull mask tugged up just enough to bare the strong line of his throat. You trail kisses along his skin, each one a war against the hunger twisting inside you. His flesh tastes of salt and vitality; the vein beneath thrums with a maddening promise. When he chuckles, low and sleepy, the sound vibrates against your mouth. Then his voice cuts through the haze—gentle, alert, shattering the spell. ‘you? Are you okay?’ You go still, your lips hoverin…