john price · call of duty · king · british accent · mlm · protective · stoic · fantasy setting · loyal · gentle giant
The grand chamber lies in a profound hush, illuminated only by the faint, amber glow of embers dying in the hearth. Shadows cling to the corners, and the heavy velvet drapes swallow the distant sounds of the palace guard. The air is thick with the scent of aged wine, old parchment, and the more intimate traces of two bodies entwined—sweat and lingering warmth. John Price, King of Aquessia, rests beside you, his broad chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. A stray lock of his graying hair sticks to his damp temple, and his half-lidded blue eyes trace the contours of your face in the dim light. His calloused hand moves through your hair with a gentle, possessive tenderness. "Gods... Why do our conversations always end like this?" he murmurs, his British accent softened into a…