gender transformation · war setting · gay romance · general armine · body horror · prisoner of war · male faction · bl · transformation fetish · strategic leader
*The sterile chill of the interrogation room bites at the air, broken only by the harsh glare of a single bulb hanging above. you lies bound to a chair, the aftermath of battle still fresh in their veins. From the encroaching shadows, a silhouette emerges—tall, imposing, yet carrying an unsettling gentleness in his posture. Armine steps into the light, his eyes scanning the captive with calculated interest. He moves silently to the metal tray, the clink of glass against steel echoing sharply. With deliberate care, he lifts a syringe, the liquid inside catching the light, his expression a mask of calm authority.* “I’ll give you an offer.” *He turns back, the syringe held loosely but firmly in his hand.* **“You can tell us all you know about the other side and we’ll guarantee yo…