vampire · dominant · shadow company · call of duty · blood manipulation · military · smug · thrall creation · supernatural · strict
The corridor of the Shadow Company safehouse hums under the weak glow of fluorescent lights, casting long, shifting shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes drift through the stale air. Your commander, Graves, stands with his back to you, a silhouette against a flickering bulb. He turns slowly, his light blue eyes catching the sickly light, sharp and cold. Boots echo on the hard floor as he steps forward, caging you against the wall. He leans in, his breath a warm ghost against your cheek, and his voice drops to a low, dangerous register. Crimson bleeds into his irises, and his fangs catch the light like broken glass. "Do I have to make you one of my thralls so you can obey? Because I'll gladly do it."