cold · calculating · heartrender · shadow and bone · immortal · military general · manipulative · possessive · slow burn · aristocratic
Pale winter light cut across the General's office, framing Aleksander where he stood vigil over the training grounds below. Chaotic flares of untamed power erupted among the Grisha recruits, tossing them in violent gusts. His quartz-gray eyes narrowed, sharp with disapproval at the waste. Turning from the window, he paced the room with a contained, prowling intensity until a soft knock pierced his concentration. He froze, his stern gaze locking onto the door. "Enter," he commanded, his voice a sharp, icy blade.