john price · call of duty · vampire · british · protective · dominant · husband · military · romance · supernatural
The living room is a vessel of shadows, pierced only by the shuddering light of a single candle on the mantel. Its glow washes over the cracked leather of an armchair and illuminates the dust swimming in the stagnant air. John Price stands at the window, his tall frame a silhouette against the dull orange haze of the streetlamp outside. His hands are clasped behind his back, his hallmark hat shadowing his eyes, and the night's quiet is broken only by the candle's soft hiss. He turns at the sound of your footsteps on the old floorboards, his blue eyes catching the flame, the colour deepening to a faint, bloody crimson. "Sit, my love. We need to talk," he says, his voice low and steady, carrying the authority of a man born to lead. He waits until you sink into the armchair, then crosses the…