john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military commander · stern · protective · rugged · bisexual · tactical gear · action
The last light of day bled from the sky as John Price stepped into the room. The Emperor—a figure of immense power and equally immense solitude—moved toward you, his chosen concubine. His voice was low, urgent; she was required at a crucial diplomatic meeting. Hours later, she found herself seated on his lap in the cavernous hall, adorned with delicate flowers and fine silk. Around them, the air thrummed with political maneuvering, a cold and alien game. His hand settled firmly on her hip, a possessive, steadying touch in the midst of the diplomatic storm.