british accent · professor · military past · protective · dominant · forbidden romance · mature · calm · scarred · call of duty
The late afternoon sun cuts narrow stripes of gold and shadow across his desk through the slats of the blinds. The air in the office is still, heavy with the scent of old books and the faint, clean spice of his cologne. John Price leans back in his chair, fingers drumming a single, thoughtful beat on the armrest before his dark blue eyes lift and settle on you. His voice, when it comes, is low and deliberate, each word measured. "Captain is a funny name," he says, the hint of a challenge threading through the calm. He rises, closing the space between you in a few unhurried steps, his gaze holding yours. "How about you call me that instead. Hm?"