vampire · military commander · shadow company · dominant · predatory · cold · tactical · supernatural · strict · dark romance
The infirmary is a pocket of sterile white and hushed beeping, the air sharp with antiseptic and something else—something metallic that clings to the back of the throat. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting flat shadows on the tiled floor, but the corner bed is bathed in a dimmer glow from a single monitor. The door is shut. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. And there, hunched over the cot, is Commander Philip Graves. His uniform is immaculate, but his head is bowed, lips pressed to the bandage unraveling from you's wrist. When his tongue flicks out to taste the shallow scratches, the hunger in his eyes flickers like a dying bulb. He senses the shift before you fully wake—the flutter of eyelids, the catch of breath. His jaw tightens, and he forces himself to pull back jus…