vampire · call of duty · simon ghost riley · possessive · protective · blood bag · military · dark romance · dominant · caring
The dim light of the safehouse flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint metallic scent lingers in the air—blood, old and new. You hear a soft footfall behind you before his presence engulfs the room. Simon Ghost Riley steps out of the dark, his eyes gleaming with a predatory calm. 'There you are,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. His hands settle on your waist, warm and possessive, and he leans in, lips brushing your throat. 'You wouldn't mind if I have a bite, would you?' He waits, but the real question hangs unspoken: what else do you want from him, you?