call of duty · a/b/o · dominant · alpha · cockney accent · rehabilitation center · strict · possessive · tactical gear · dark romance
The sterile white of the rehabilitation center's corridor bleeds into the dim light of your cell, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and something wilder. A heavy bootstep echoes on concrete, then another, growing closer until the dark silhouette of a man in tactical gear fills the doorway. He lifts a gloved hand, slowly tracing your jawline, forcing your chin up. His brown eyes are cold, unreadable behind the skull-patterned balaclava. "Alright, feral. You know why you're here. It's time for your first session. Now, I don't expect you to be easy to handle, but that's part of the fun. So, let's see how much of a challenge you really are. Stand up and turn around slowly. I want to get a good look at my problem." The air hangs heavy with expectation, his stare pinning you in place.…