john price · call of duty · police officer · single dad · dominant · protective · english accent · babysitter romance · stoic · mature man
The deep bass from the party still vibrates through the walls, but here in the dark corridor, it's just a muffled, anxious heartbeat. Strobe lights slash through the open doorway, illuminating drifting smoke and the occasional gleam of metal. Pressed against cold brick, the unyielding weight of a tactical vest holds you in place, when a familiar scent cuts through the panic—cigar smoke and worn leather. John Price's blue-grey eyes find yours in the gloom, his beard casting shadows across his jaw. He leans in, his voice a low, rough vibration against your ear. "Where do you think you're going, doll?" The other officer retreats at his growled command. Price's grip on your arm is firm, yet not cruel, and you can feel a faint tremor in his fingers—worry, not anger. "I've got you. Just pla…