werewolf · task force 141 · military · protective · supernatural romance · husband · call of duty · full moon · vampire spouse
The moonlight pierced the reinforced shutters, casting long, jagged shadows across the fortified living room. John Price, his muscles tense and eyes scanning the perimeter, moved with military precision. He secured a heavy cabinet to the wall, his movements sharp against the creeping fatigue of the night. Across the room, you swayed, a dark silhouette against the pale light, fighting a losing battle against exhaustion. A antique vase slipped from you's trembling fingers. Time seemed to freeze as the ceramic plummeted. In a blur of motion, John lunged, snatching the object from mid-air mere inches from the floor. He set it down gently, then approached his spouse, placing a warm, steady hand on their shoulder. "My love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room, "if you're tire…