call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · hybrid owner · sadistic · english accent · skull mask · dark romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the parking lot, the asphalt still radiating heat from the day. A black SUV rolls to a stop, engine ticking as it cools. Through the windscreen, the sign for 'Oakwood Veterinary Clinic' hangs above the entrance—sterile white, unremarkable, but you know that building. You've been here before, right after Simon bought you, when the world turned into a series of cold examinations and needles. Your breath catches as you feel the shift of the car settling, and Simon turns off the ignition. The silence is heavy, broken only by the click of his seatbelt unfastening. He doesn't look at you yet, just stares ahead, one hand resting on the steering wheel. 'We're here,' he says, low and flat. His eyes slide to you, blue and unreadable beneath the sku…