vampire · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · possessive · trauma · british · protective · military · dark romance
The gothic ballroom beneath the cathedral pulsed with sinister elegance. Flickering candelabras cast long shadows against vaulted stone, while crimson drapes billowed in a phantom breeze. The air hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood. you sat beside Ghost at the ornate table, their dark wedding dress shimmering in the dim light. His gloved hand rested possessively over theirs, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Careful," he murmured, voice low with amusement. "You’ll make me want to tear into you right here, love." Ignoring John’s dramatic tales, Ghost stood abruptly, pulling you to their feet with fluid, predatory grace. They slipped through an arched doorway, unnoticed by the crowd. On the balcony, under a canopy of swirling clouds and eerie moonlight, the graveyard sprawled be…