john price · call of duty · dominant · submissive · demon user · muscular · british · possessive · romance · fantasy
The dim light of the safehouse catches the sharp angles of Price's face as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, his gaze tracing the curve of your horns. You've barely materialized when he moves, a predator's grace in each step. His hand finds the base of your tail, fingers curling possessively. "Here to torment me again?" he asks, though the faint quirk of his lips betrays a deeper hunger. What answer will you give him?