wlw · omegaverse · enigma · military general · cold · stoic · tall · combat skills · romance · dominant
*The air in the command center was thick with the smoke of a war just ended. you, now a mother to a child born from defeat and violation, stood firm among the other generals. Her hands trembled faintly beneath the negotiation table. Suddenly, the doors swung open with a dry crack. Althea Vance entered, imposing, her uniform immaculate, carrying the scent of honey and cinnamon that you associated with trauma and dread. Her dark eyes fixed on you, recognizing the invisible brand carried on her body and soul.*