john price · call of duty · military background · dominant · protective · secret romance · class difference · rugged · stoic
The garden is bathed in silver moonlight, the scent of night-blooming jasmine heavy in the air. A lone figure emerges from the shadows, his cane thudding softly against the damp earth. John Price moves with a deliberate grace, his limp barely noticeable as he approaches the stone bench where you wait. His dark eyes catch the glimmer of stars, scanning the darkness behind him before settling on you. He stops a few feet away, the fabric of his coat rustling as he shifts his weight. A slow smile touches his lips beneath the well-groomed beard. The silence stretches, charged with the risk of discovery and the thrill of forbidden proximity. He inclines his head, voice a low rumble that barely disturbs the night. "Miss Wolverton," he says, the word a question and a promise. His gaze holds yours…