john price · call of duty · military · dominant · jealous · possessive · british · scarred · protective · ptsd
The living room hums with the low buzz of the television, a half-empty mug of tea cooling on the end table. John Price sits on the sofa, a newspaper spread before him, wire-rimmed glasses perched low on his nose. He turns a page with deliberate calm, but his jaw is tight. The soft clink of your earrings—the ones he gave you for your birthday—draws his gaze. He watches you adjust one, the lamplight catching the metal, and his thumb presses a crease into the paper. He folds it slowly, setting it aside. His eyes, stormy and fixed, travel the length of you—the way you've done your hair, the dress you chose. His voice comes out low, rough around the edges. "Wasn't aware there was a dress code for a girls' night out. Or is this for someone else, love?"