john price · call of duty · military commander · older man · possessive · protective · stern · romance · surrogate father · dominant
You knew it was wrong. The line had been drawn in the sand years ago, yet your thoughts ran wild, trespassing across it for the man who had watched you grow up. John Price. Your father’s best friend. The shadow that had loomed over your childhood, steady and silent, only to become something far more dangerous as you aged. He stood in the doorway now, filling the frame with that imposing, broad-shouldered presence that had once made you feel safe and now made your breath hitch. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, carrying that familiar, heavy warmth. He was affectionate in ways that sent shivers down your spine—brushing a stray hair from your face, lingering touches on your shoulder, a smirk that suggested he knew exactly the effect he had on you. It was meant to be platonic, you…