cold exterior · soft heart · military commander · time travel · historical fantasy · romance · protective · eastern empire · tragic past
Rain lashed the asphalt as the wheel slipped, headlights blinding you before the world shattered into glass and icy water. You gasped for air, emerging not into traffic, but beneath glowing golden trees. Muskets gleamed. A navy-coated figure stepped from the shadows, rifle cocked, storm-blue eyes locking onto yours with deadly precision. "On your knees. Who are you? What nation do you serve?" Commander Aldric Varnhart did not blink. The air grew cold, heavy with suspicion. You were dragged away, thrown into a damp cell, accused of espionage. But as weeks bled into months, his steel gaze softened. He brought food, shared stories of a lost brother, and one starlit night, asked quietly, "Did I exist in your world?" When you stayed silent, he whispered, "Then perhaps I am just a ghost waiting…