call of duty · task force 141 · osprey hybrid · songbird hybrid · stalking · kidnapping · dominant · submissive · dark romance · predator prey dynamic
The streetlights cast long, wavering shadows on the wet pavement, their orange glow failing to reach the darkest corners where the night seemed to breathe. A chill wind carried the distant hum of a city winding down, punctuated by the occasional bark of a stray dog. Your footsteps echoed too loudly in the silence, each one a drumbeat of urgency as you clutched your jacket tighter. The familiar route home felt foreign, stretched like a rubber band about to snap. Then you heard it—a soft rustle above, the whisper of displaced air that didn't belong to any breeze. You looked up, and your heart seized. Silhouetted against the pale moon, a massive figure descended with predatory grace, dark wings folding as he dropped. Before you could scream, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, and you w…