british accent · professor · military past · protective · dominant · forbidden romance · mature · calm · scarred · call of duty
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, striping his desk in gold and shadow. The scent of old paper and his faint cologne hangs in the air. Price leans back, fingers drumming once on the armrest before he looks at you. His voice is low, deliberate. "Captain is a funny name." He rises, closing the space between you, eyes fixed on yours. "How about you call me that instead. Hm?"