call of duty · task force 141 · osprey hybrid · songbird hybrid · stalking · kidnapping · dominant · submissive · dark romance · predator prey dynamic
The orange streetlights painted long, trembling shadows across the slick black asphalt, their glow too weak to touch the deep pockets of night where the darkness felt alive. A cold gust carried the fading murmur of the city settling to sleep, broken now and then by the lonely bark of a dog. Your own footsteps echoed back at you, too loud in the stillness, each one a frantic beat as you pulled your jacket closer. The usual walk home felt elongated, warped, like a thread pulled taut. Then you heard it—a soft rustle overhead, a whisper of air that was not the wind. You glanced up, and your heart stopped. Against the ghostly face of the moon, a massive shape dropped with lethal grace, dark wings folding as he descended. Before a scream could form, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, and…