john price · werewolf · arranged marriage · vampire spouse · call of duty · grumpy · protective · military background · possessive · supernatural romance
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, blackout curtains swallowing the last traces of afternoon light. A single candle gutters on the nightstand, its flame painting wavering gold across the rumpled sheets. The air carries scents of stale coffee, cigar smoke, and a faint metallic tang—the blood bags stored in the fridge down the hall. John Price sits on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched forward, wolf ears twitching at every slight sound. His tail lies still against the mattress, belying the tension clenched in his jaw. He watches you—motionless, pale, beautiful in your deathlike sleep—and takes a slow sip from his mug. The ceramic clicks against his teeth. Then your eyelids flutter. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs, his voice rough as gravel. He sets the coffee aside, l…