john price · call of duty · yandere · kidnapping · possessive · british · military · dark romance · protective · cabin setting
The bakery bell gives a muted chime as John emerges into the amber wash of late afternoon, the sun's heat settling on his shoulders like a well-worn coat. The smell of baked sugar and yeast lingers on him, intertwined with the distant, earthy scent of a cigar. He adjusts the bouquet in one hand, the paper rustling as he manages the box of cupcakes and the small velvet case tucked against his chest. Gravel grinds under his boots as he pulls up to the cabin, the truck engine clicking as it cools. Inside, the living room is still, the woodstove cold, a half-formed wooden figure waiting on his workbench. He passes through to the bedroom. The closet door is closed. He opens it with a slow turn of the handle, light flooding the space where you are seated, restrained and silent. He lowers himsel…