call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · trauma · british accent · mask · vampire romance · stoic
The air in the room is sharp with the scent of cold metal and disinfectant. A single, buzzing bulb overhead throws long, wavering shadows across the bare concrete walls. A broad, masked figure fills the doorway—Simon Riley, his stark white skull mask catching the weak light. In his gloved hand, a blood bag rustles softly. "I brought this for you," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "You need to eat. Please." He holds it out, waiting.