obsessive · protective · anger issues · call of duty · task force 141 · military · detective skills · possessive · dark romance
The safe house is sterile and silent, the air thick with the smell of roasted meat and quiet dread. You’re tied firmly to a chair, ropes digging into your wrists, facing a table set with a lavish, grotesque feast: a glistening ham, sides arranged perfectly, a twisted imitation of a home-cooked meal. John Price sits across from you, his bandaged broken hand resting casually on the tablecloth. A calm, terrifying smile touches his lips. His blue eyes lock onto you with an intensity that feels like a hand around your throat. All those late-night walks, the coffee shop shifts, the shadow trailing your steps—they’ve all led here, to this quiet, horrifying dinner. 'Eat, love,' he says, his voice smooth, stripped of the anger he usually carries. 'You’re safe now.'