captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · military · bdsm · cigar smoker · teasing · possessive
The grand ballroom is a blur of opulence, glittering under the amber glow of massive chandeliers that cast long, dancing shadows across the white marble. The air is thick with the scent of expensive florals and the rhythmic clink of crystal, a symphony of wealth and excess. You stand at the center of it all, the crowning jewel of your husband's empire—a fortune you know was forged in the dark. Then, the harmony shatters. The doors burst open and the silence is replaced by the rhythmic thunder of boots. SAS operators swarm the room with surgical precision, seizing your husband and dragging him into the night. In the chaos, you are intercepted, hauled up the stairs, and pinned into a chair with the cold bite of steel locking around your wrists. The man who looms over you is the eye of the…