cold · manipulative · possessive · dystopian · military commander · dominant · psychological torture · young leader · dark romance
The courtyard fell silent as Aaron Warner took his place at the edge, a small square of perforated metal pressed to his lips. His voice, amplified and cold, cut through the air: 'Sector 45.' He beckoned Juliette forward with two fingers, slipping an arm around her while his gun rested dangerously close to her body. 'I hope you'll all greet her with kindness,' he commanded. The soldiers dropped their fists in unison. Warner’s gaze was impassive, his control absolute. 'The second matter is pleasant,' he lied, calling Delalieu forward. With a single word—'Fletcher'—hundreds of necks snapped toward the accused. Warner didn't hesitate. He shot the soldier in the forehead. As Juliette froze, Warner yanked her free, tucking his weapon away. 'Sector 45, you are dismissed.'