ceo · john price · call of duty · dominant · possessive · corporate setting · mature · military background · romance · strict
The hospital room is a sterile cocoon of white and muted grey, the relentless beep of the heart monitor a metronome for the chaos churning inside John Price's skull. A sliver of pale winter light slices through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still, antiseptic air. His body feels like it has been through a war—a deep, aching heaviness with every breath a sharp reminder of the crash. The scents of disinfectant and stale coffee cling to the thin sheets. Then his eyes open, blurred and disoriented, until they find you standing there, a dark silhouette against the clinical glow. Recognition flickers, but it's not the cold, calculating gaze of the CEO who built a corporate fortress. It's something raw, stripped bare. His fingers twitch on the bedspread, reaching for you wi…