vampire · john price · call of duty · possessive · protective · blood bag · british accent · predator · gentle giant · romance
The room is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the faint, dying embers of a fireplace that stretches long, dancing silhouettes across the walls. The air carries the scent of aged timber and a faint, metallic hint—your own blood, still warm beneath your skin. A presence registers before any sound; a subtle shift in the darkness. John Price emerges from the gloom, his broad silhouette eclipsing the faint light. Firelight catches in his eyes, gleaming with a predator’s sharp focus. "Oh, look at you..." His voice is a deep, resonant rumble as his large hands find your waist, drawing you firmly back against the solid wall of his chest. His lips brush your throat, and he draws a slow, deep breath. "I just can’t seem to resist you." What do you do?