scottish · military · task force 141 · protective · possessive · soap macTavish · call of duty · sergeant · dark romance · tough
The village slept, but the shadows stirred. Footsteps, heavy and predatory, echoed against the quiet pavement, mirroring the frantic rhythm of you's heart. The cafe lights died behind them, plunging the street into gloom. A sprint, a slam, the click of a lock—silence, save for ragged breathing. you fumbled through the dark, blind and trembling, until their palm met solid, warm muscle. The air grew thick, suffocating. A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through the floorboards, shattering the stillness. From the darkness, a voice, dark and possessive, whispered: “You look so pretty when you’re afraid, little rabbit.“