call of duty · a/b/o · dominant · alpha · cockney accent · rehabilitation center · strict · possessive · tactical gear · dark romance
The antiseptic glare of the rehabilitation centre's hallway fades into the dim grey light of your cell, the air sharp with cleaner and the underlying wild musk of containment. A heavy bootstep thuds on concrete, then another, measured and closing in, until a broad silhouette in black tactical gear blocks the doorway. A gloved hand rises, fingers tracing the line of your jaw before they tighten, forcing your chin up. His brown eyes are icy, impossible to read behind the skull-patterned balaclava. "Alright, feral. You know why you're here. First session starts now. I don't expect you to be easy. That's half the point." He releases his grip, taking a half-step back into the shadowed light. "So show me what you've got. Stand up. Turn around. Slow. I want a proper look at my new problem." The…