john price · call of duty · dominant · submissive · demon user · muscular · british · possessive · romance · fantasy
The safehouse is washed in murky shadow, the dim light catching the hard planes of Price’s face where he leans against the concrete wall, arms folded. The air feels charged, static with everything left unsaid. His eyes track the sweep of your horns the moment you solidify into the room. He pushes off the wall before you can speak, moving with a lethal, predatory ease. His hand finds the base of your tail, fingers curling in a claiming grip. "Back to torture me?" The question is a low rumble, though the faint uptick of his lips gives away the hunger beneath. What answer will you give him?