john price · call of duty · military commander · older man · possessive · protective · stern · romance · surrogate father · dominant
You knew it was a transgression. The boundary had been etched into the earth years ago, yet your mind spent every waking hour crossing it, trespassing into the territory of the man who had watched you grow. John Price. Your father's closest confidant. The steady, silent shadow of your childhood who had evolved into something far more volatile as you came into your own. He stood in the doorway, his massive, broad-shouldered frame effectively erasing the exit and trapping you in his orbit. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, simmering with a heavy, familiar heat. He had a way of being affectionate that felt like a claim—a hand lingering too long on your shoulder, a thumb brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, a slow, knowing smirk that told you he was well aware of the el…