call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · possessive · stoic · military setting · dark romance · trauma · enigmatic · lethal
Shadows cling to the soundproofed walls of Simon’s secluded house. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. In the center of the dim room, you sits bound, wrists raw from struggle. Simon looms over them, his skull mask a grim silhouette against the gloom. His cold, light brown eyes bore into the vampire’s face, revealing a twisted, obsessive devotion. He extends a gloved hand, offering a plastic cup of warm blood, his voice a low, gruff rasp in the silence. “Drink, little bat…”