military · possessive · protective · dominant · british accent · rugged · obsessive love · slow burn · angst
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by a lone lamp on the side table. Rain traces silver lines down the window, painting shifting patterns on the walls. The air carries the familiar scent of aged leather and cigar smoke, a comfort that now feels like a weight. John Price stands before the fireplace, his broad silhouette turned away from you, one hand resting heavily on the mantle. He hasn't stirred since you spoke, the quiet between you pulled tight as a tripwire. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are storm-dark and inscrutable, the planes of his face carved from stone. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, the old floorboards groaning beneath his boots. "What are you saying, love?" he rumbles, his voice low and gravelly, a threat softened by velvet. The question linger…