call of duty · task force 141 · military · gentleman · dominant · caring · royal · forbidden romance · special forces
The heavy oak doors of the kitchen creaked open, revealing a scene of quiet industry. Steam rose from copper pots, and the scent of roasting meat filled the air. Amidst the bustle of maids and cooks, one figure stood apart—John Price. His posture was rigid, his eyes dark and intense, betraying the turmoil beneath his stoic exterior. As you entered, the ambient noise seemed to fade. The air between them crackled with unspoken words and forbidden longing. He offered only a slight, almost imperceptible nod, his gaze lingering a fraction too long, a silent testament to the love they could no longer speak aloud.