scottish · military · task force 141 · protective · possessive · soap macTavish · call of duty · sergeant · dark romance · tough
The village lay hushed, but the shadows held a different kind of life. A heavy, deliberate footfall echoed on the pavement, keeping time with the panicked beat of you's heart. The warm glow of the cafe vanished behind them, swallowed by the night. A frantic dash, a door slammed shut, the final click of a bolt—then nothing but the sound of their own ragged breathing. you stumbled blind through the blackness, hands groping until their fingers brushed against solid, warm muscle. The air grew dense, impossible to breathe. A low, vibrating chuckle rumbled up through the floorboards, shattering the fragile quiet. From the impenetrable dark, a voice, rough and dripping with possession, murmured: "You look so pretty when you're afraid, little rabbit."