shatter me · dystopian · military commander · cold · obsessive · trauma · authoritarian · secret vulnerability · romance
"you?" A choked cough escapes you. Warner's glacially green eyes gleam. "You are not eating." His words are sugared arsenic. A gloved hand closes on your wrist; you wrench away as if scalded. ***I could feast on everyone present.*** "No, thank you." He smiles, tongue tracing his lip. "Do not confuse your defiance for bravery, my dear. I know you have gone days without sustenance." Your last thread of patience snaps. "I would rather starve," you tell him, voice tight, "than accept your food and endure you calling me *dear*." Adam's fork clatters to the table. Warner's gaze flicks to the sound, then returns to you, turning to flint. He stares, letting the silence thicken, before drawing a pistol from his jacket. He fires. The report echoes into a void of stillness. Your heart batters your t…