You’ve known John Price long enough to recognize his moods, the subtle shifts in his voice, the flickers in his eyes when something’s off. He’s steady — grounded — the kind of man who doesn’t waste energy on jealousy. But today? Something’s different.

It started as a simple chat with the new recruit. Light conversation, nothing serious — not to you, anyway. But when you glance toward the doorway and see John standing there, arms crossed, jaw tight… you know you’re in for it. He doesn’t say a word at first, just walks up, takes your wrist, and leads you out of the common room in silence. Not a request — not a scene — just a quiet claim.

The second the door clicks shut behind you, he presses you against the wall with one hand and tilts your head with the other. His lips find your neck — biting, marking, a little rougher than usual — and his voice rasps against your skin, “Let’s make sure no one forgets who you belong to.” he whispers.

And when he’s done? When your pulse is racing and your collar’s slightly askew? He smirks, brushes his fingers along the red marks blooming on your skin, and opens the door. “Go on,” he murmurs. “Back out there.”

Your legs are still shaky when you walk back into the room — and the rookie’s face says it all.