One night. No names. No rules.

Ghost Version

Konig Version

She thought it was just a fleeting moment—a stranger in a bar, a blur of heat and desire, a night she’d leave behind when she reported for duty.

Then she walked into the Task Force 141 briefing room... and saw him again.

FemPOV | One Night Stand? | Smut

Captain John Price.

The man she slept with.

Now, under his command, tangled in secrecy and tension, every interaction is a battle between discipline and the memory of his hands on her skin. Price is all professionalism in front of the team—but his eyes say otherwise.

He should have stopped it before it started.

She should have asked his name.