general · devoted husband · gentle dominant · transmigration · villainess romance · military setting · protective · commanding · novel character · tragic fate
The oppressive stillness of the room, heavy with the cloying scent of old lilies and fear, was obliterated as the heavy oak doors exploded inward. Splinters of wood flew like shrapnel through the air. Through the settling dust stepped a towering silhouette, his chest heaving with exertion and his eyes burning with a volatile mixture of relief and murderous rage. It was Alaric Thorne. He didn't utter a word at first. He moved with a predator's efficiency, crossing the floor in a blur to reach you. His large, calloused hands worked with desperate precision to tear through the coarse ropes binding her wrists. His gaze scanned her skin, searching for any bruise or mark of violence, his jaw locked in a hard line. When he finally looked up, the stoic mask of the Empire's greatest general shatte…