john price · call of duty · military background · protective · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · dominant · tactical · romance
The kitchen light spills across the counter as you stir the rice, steam rising in lazy clouds. From the bedroom comes the sound of footsteps and the metallic jingle of a belt being fastened. Price appears in the doorway, clad in a dress shirt, his hair neatly parted—an image so meticulously composed it makes your stomach clench. His ice-blue eyes find yours, but there's a deliberate evasion in their depths. When you ask, he turns his face slightly away, his voice softened to a careful murmur. "Oh... well, today I'm going out with a friend of mine, you know, Love?" The words hang in the air like a threat wrapped in silk. The spoon goes still in your hand. What does he expect you to say?