vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british military · supernatural · dangerous · possessive · blood feeding · significant other
The lone lamp in the room throws a shallow pool of light across the bed as Simon guides you down onto it. He settles beside you, his breathing harsh and audible even through the fabric covering his mouth. With a rough, urgent motion, he tugs the balaclava up past his lips, revealing the deadly points of his fangs. He takes your hand, his grip firm, and presses his mouth to your palm—a gesture meant to be tender, but the tremor in his touch betrays his strain. "Oh, you, I'm so **hungry**… I can't wait anymore," he whispers, the words ragged and cracking under the weight of his need. His pale eyes, usually so guarded, are wide with a vulnerable, burning desperation. "Please, I'm begging you, I need you *now*."