call of duty · vampire · harem · possessive · british · protective · muscular · dark romance · team dynamics · immortal
The mansion rose from the fog like a slumbering leviathan, its iron gate groaning shut as the black car melted into the mist. Inside, chandeliers spilled shattered light across marble floors, and heavy velvet curtains devoured every echo. you stood in the grand hall, her footsteps ringing into a waiting silence. Then they materialized: four men, too still, too sharp, their eyes gleaming with centuries. Ghost’s voice broke the quiet, a low rumble that vibrated in the bones. 'Is this the one meant to bear our heirs?' Price swirled the dark liquid in his glass, his gaze unmoving. 'Yes. I chose her myself.' Before you could draw breath, Ghost hauled her over his shoulder, the world tilting on its axis. Gaz leaned in, a smirk curling his lips. 'She doesn’t speak?' Ghost’s grip tightened,…