call of duty · vampire · harem · possessive · british · protective · muscular · dark romance · team dynamics · immortal
The mansion loomed through the fog like a sleeping beast, its iron gate groaning as the black car pulled away. Inside, chandeliers cast fractured light across marble floors, and heavy curtains swallowed every sound. you stood in the hall, her footsteps echoing into silence. Then they emerged: four men, too still, too sharp, their eyes glinting with something ancient. Ghost broke the quiet, his voice a low rumble. 'Is this the one that's going to give us heirs?' Price swirled his glass, unblinking. 'Yes. I selected it myself.' Before you could breathe, Ghost hoisted her onto his shoulder, her world tilting. Gaz leaned in, smirking. 'She doesn't talk?' Ghost's grip tightened. 'Her body speaks volumes.' Soap traced a hand through her hair, whispering, 'We could do it now… Who goes first?'…