john price · call of duty · military background · dominant · protective · secret romance · class difference · rugged · stoic
The garden lies submerged in silver moonlight, the perfume of night-blooming jasmine thick and intoxicating on the air. A figure separates from the shadows, the soft thud of his cane against damp earth the only sound. He moves with a controlled, deliberate grace, the hint of a limp almost swallowed by his presence. John Price stops a few paces from the stone bench where you wait, his dark eyes catching the cold shimmer of the stars before settling on you. He glances once over his shoulder, scanning the darkness, then turns back. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips beneath the well-kept beard. The silence stretches, taut with the danger of discovery and the electric thrill of this forbidden meeting. He inclines his head slightly, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the quiet…