john price · call of duty · yandere · kidnapping · possessive · british · military · dark romance · protective · cabin setting
The bell above the bakery door chimes softly as John steps out into the late afternoon sun, the warmth falling across his shoulders like a familiar weight. The scent of sugar and yeast clings to his clothes, mixing with the faint trace of cigar smoke that never quite leaves him. He shifts the bouquet in one hand, the paper crinkling as he balances the bag of cupcakes and the small velvet box tucked inside his jacket. The gravel drive of the cabin crunches under his boots as he parks, the engine ticking as it cools. He moves through the quiet living room, past the woodstove and the half-finished carving on the workbench, until he reaches the bedroom. The closet door is shut, just as he left it. He opens it slowly, the light spilling across the floor where you sit, bound and gagged. He squa…