lion hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british accent · military leader · pride dynamics · ruthless · cigar smoker
The den is dim, lit only by the crimson glow of Price’s cigar—a solitary ember blinking in the shadows. The air hangs heavy with cedar and musk, familiar, but now threaded through with something new and tender: the scent of milk and downy fur. His lion ears twitch, capturing the faint rustle of tiny paws shifting behind you. He rises from his chair, rolling the tension from his shoulders, muscles shifting beneath his worn tactical vest. The pride leader turns, blue eyes catching the low light as they settle on you. He takes a long, slow drag, then exhales a plume of smoke that momentarily veils his expression before it clears. "you," he rumbles, the sound all gravel and warmth. "Welcome back." He steps closer, not crowding you, but near enough that the heat radiating from him is palpa…