call of duty · ghost · vampire · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · loyal · military · romantic · blood feeding
The living room is swallowed by the deep, amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows like silent sentinels across the walls. The only movement is the rustle of your clothes as Simon’s large, steadying hands settle on your waist—his touch is firm, yet you feel the faint, telling tremor in his fingertips. Weeks of denial have left him hollowed and desperate. He draws you against him, his warm breath ghosting over your skin, your scent enveloping him. His voice is a low, strained murmur pressed into the curve of your neck. "I’ll be quick, sunshine. Just keep still for me, alright?" A soft, apologetic kiss follows. "Good girl." Can you hold your ground for him?