vampire · call of duty · owner · possessive · protective · military · british · strict · supernatural
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes dance in the air as Simon Riley — Ghost — looms over you, his massive frame a shadow of authority. You're perched on his lap, still trembling from your failed escape, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint copper tang of old blood. His hand, firm but not cruel, presses your chin down, steadying you. The scissors glint in his other hand, cold metal against your white fur. He's focused, patient, a predator who's already won. A soft sigh escapes him as he clips a stray tuft. "Look at you, all worked up over a little trim. But you know better than to run from me, don't you, you?" His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates through your back. He pauses, waiting for you to meet hi…