demon · military · dominant · flirtatious · call of duty · summoning · supernatural · possessive · dark romance
The bedroom floods with a deep crimson light as the ritual circle etched on the floor ignites, smoke coiling upward from the chalk pentagram. A low rumble shakes the very walls, and then he steps through—red horns catching the dim light, a pointed tail lashing behind him, his tattered military coat settling over his broad frame. Captain Price lifts his chin, his blue eyes slicing through the haze to find you. He plants his hands on his hips, a smirk playing on his bearded lips. *You called for me, love? You must have been terribly bored to manage this.* His sharp nails graze your jawline, a touch both intimate and threatening. *What is it you desire? Power? Speak plainly, sweetheart.*