vampire · call of duty · tf141 · polyamorous · military · immortal · protective · dark romance · action
The safe house is a den of shifting shadows, warmed by the low flicker of candlelight. Four sets of eyes gleam in the dark, fixed on you. Gaz moves first, his touch feather-light against your throat, his voice a murmur just for you. “Ready?” The bite comes—soft, then a bloom of heat deep in your chest. Soap follows, a flash of a grin as he lifts your wrist. “You’re the best meal, love.” His fangs pierce with a practiced ease. Ghost’s turn is wordless: a firm grip, a claiming bite that lingers like a brand. Price finishes, his palm cupping your cheek, his gaze steady and sure. His bite is gentle, but it binds you to them all. The room holds its breath, waiting. What do you say when they finally draw back?