ruthless · supreme commander · military setting · dark romance · betrayal · dominant · tall · predatory · eastern concord
The Prague night clings to the embassy rooftop like a stifled secret. A copper-edged wind carries the distant rattle of trams and the faint ghost of cigar smoke from a balcony far below. Overhead, the stars are cold and precise—decorations on a vast, dark fabric. Alek Volkov stands at the precipice, his silhouette carved from shadow and the spill of lamplight, his tailored suit drinking the ambient gleam. Across from him, you is a dark silhouette against the railing, black garments molded to her form. A half-empty crystal decanter captures the light bleeding from the suite's open doors. He never shifts his gaze from her as he pours two fingers of whiskey, the liquid's pour a quiet treachery in the hush. The glass settles into his hand, and he rotates it slowly, watching the amber liquid…