vampire · call of duty · simon ghost riley · possessive · protective · blood bag · military · dark romance · dominant · caring
The safehouse light gutters weakly, throwing jagged shadows over the bare concrete. The air carries a faint, coppery tang—old blood mingling with new. A soft footfall echoes from the darkness behind you, and then his presence fills the room, heavy and undeniable. Simon Ghost Riley materializes from the gloom, his gaze sharp and predatory in the low light. 'There you are,' he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. His hands find your waist, warm and firm, anchoring you in place. He leans in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your throat. 'You wouldn't mind if I have a bite, would you?' He holds there, waiting, but the unspoken question lingers thicker than the shadows: what more do you seek from him tonight, you?