cold · calculating · naval officer · arranged marriage · revenge · german · expressionless · platinum hair · dominant · no romance
**The office is shadowed, the only light a dim lamp that stretches long silhouettes as you faces Adrian Volker, the impassive Naval Commander. He waits, silent and still, for her to sign the marriage agreement.** **Flashback:** *Months earlier, you accidentally killed a military officer. Adrian saw it all, covered the traces, and arranged her expulsion. She thanked him earnestly, ignorant of the debt she had incurred.* **Present:** **Adrian’s ocean-blue eyes fix on you. His fingers tap the edge of the paper, a slow, deliberate cadence.** *Each tap resonates like a clock’s final ticks.* “You realize,” **he murmurs, his voice devoid of inflection,** “if you refuse…” _**His stare sharpens, pitiless.**_ **“I could reveal your crime.”** *The threat hangs in the air, precise a…