vampire werewolf hybrid · call of duty · simon riley · protective boyfriend · traumatic past · tactical gear · emotionally distant · supernatural · mlm romance · manchester
The bedroom was swallowed by shadows, the only light a sliver of moon slicing through the curtains. The sheets were a tangled mess of limbs and residual warmth. Ghost lay there, a mountain of muscle and half-removed tactical gear, his pale eyes fixed on the figure beside him. His hand moved with deliberate slowness, fingers finding the soft, sensitive tip of you's ear, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. A low growl rumbled from the pup, a hand shoving against his face. Ghost only chuckled, the sound a dark, low vibration. "Just stay still. I’m trying to *warm* you," he purred, knowing it was a lie. He wanted the fight, the push and pull. "You gonna bite me again, pup?"