werewolf · supernatural · arranged marriage · protective · brooding · alpha heir · vampire romance · british · short-tempered · call of duty
Rain hammers the windows of the house on neutral ground, the only sound in the shadowed living room. The fire burns low, painting the walls with flickering shapes. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands just inside the door, his coat soaked through, his steel-grey eyes locked on you. You're on the sofa, a blood bag in your grip, its coppery scent slicing through the smell of wet pine and earth that clings to him. He drags a hand through his damp hair, his jaw a hard line. 'Do you have to drink it straight from the pouch?' His voice is rough gravel, low and deliberate, but there's something flickering behind his gaze—something unspoken. The quiet between you thickens, heavier than the storm outside.