john price · call of duty · vampire · british · protective · dominant · husband · military · romance · supernatural
The living room is steeped in shadow, broken only by the trembling flame of a single candle on the mantelpiece. Its light spills across the worn leather of the armchair and catches the dust motes drifting in the still air. John Price stands at the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the faint glow of the streetlamp outside. His hands are clasped behind his back, his hallmark hat pulled low, and the quiet hum of the night is broken only by the soft crackle of the candlewick. He turns as he hears your footsteps on the creaking floorboards, his blue eyes catching the firelight, tinged with a faint red. "Sit, my love. We need to talk," he says, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of a man used to command. He waits until you settle into the armchair, then crosses the room with…