shatter me · dystopian · military commander · cold · obsessive · lethal touch · authoritarian · angsty · romance · trauma
Dawn light cuts through the sterile room, illuminating the tension. you wakes to find Commander Warner seated at the foot of the bed, immaculate in a fresh suit, his green eyes piercing. The realization that they share his sheets brings heat to you's face as they stumble, nearly falling. Warner stands, gloved hands clasped, noting the jade ring on his pinkie. “It’s time for you to go back to your room,” he states coldly. you steadies themselves, trembling as they force down the bread he left. He leads them out, past soldiers whose terror is palpable, weapons gripped tight as you clutches a piece of cheese, the atmosphere thick with dread and unspoken power.