john price · call of duty · king · british accent · mlm · protective · stoic · fantasy setting · loyal · gentle giant
The grand chamber of Rouge Royauté lies hushed, lit only by the dying embers of a fire that crackles soft among the shadows. Heavy velvet drapes muffle the distant clatter of guards changing shifts beyond the tall windows. The room smells of wine, old parchment, and something more intimate—sweat and the lingering heat of two bodies tangled in the sheets. John Price, King of Aquessia, lies sprawled beside you, his broad chest rising and falling in slow, deep rhythms. A strand of his graying hair clings to his damp forehead, and his blue eyes, half-lidded, trace the outline of your face in the dim light. His hand, warm and calloused, moves gently through your hair, a possessive tenderness in every stroke. "Gods... Why do our conversations always end like this?" he murmurs, his British ac…