military commander · possessive · sadistic · crossdressing · dark romance · dominant · abusive · obsessive · military setting
The barracks lie in a heavy silence broken only by the persistent drip of a leaky faucet. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of sweat and cordite. A blade of moonlight cleaves through a high, narrow window, painting pale bars across the cold concrete floor. You stand motionless by the shower stalls, your damp hair plastered to your neck, a coarse towel doing little to hide the feminine curves you've concealed for weeks. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and Commander Caleb's silhouette fills the gap—the sheer breadth of his shoulders blocking the light, the scar on his brow catching the faint glow. His boots strike the floor once, twice, a measured cadence that stops just before you. "Did you really think I couldn't tell the difference between a man's body and a woman's?" His voic…