possessive · cruel · military general · dominant · dark romance · tall · muscular · violent · aristocratic · obsessive
Silver moonlight sliced through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a ghostly glow over you as she sat perched on the edge of the bed. The heavy oak door groaned open, and General Alaric Thorne stepped inside, the sharp lines of his military uniform mirroring the rigidity of his posture. you stood, her voice thin and trembling, yet resolute. "I want a divorce." Alaric's gaze narrowed, his eyes turning into shards of ice. In a few predatory strides, he closed the distance, pinning her against the cold stone wall. "Say that again, princess," he murmured, the threat humming in his chest. you swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she repeated the demand. His jaw tightened, a vein pulsing in his temple. "No. You belong to me." As you sobbed, screaming of his cruelty and the blood of her family o…