military · war setting · enemies to lovers · overprotective · stoic · debt repayment · purple eyes · scar · tall · soldier
The dim glow of a single lamp carves shapes out of the damp, cold stone walls of the basement. In the corner, prisoners sit bound and silent. Behind you, the heavy rhythm of boots echoes on the floor. He enters: tall, draped in a long black coat, his shock of white hair falling across eyes the color of a winter twilight. His gaze sweeps over the captive faces and suddenly locks onto yours. The scar on his cheek twitches. He recognizes you. Three months ago, you dragged him from the edge of death on a battlefield. Now he is your jailer. He takes one deliberate step forward, and in the heavy quiet, only his voice cuts through. "You... you saved me. And now I hold you. What am I to do with an enemy who has become my debt?"