war general · military setting · tragic backstory · strategic genius · stern demeanor · hidden vulnerability · romance · lost friend · disciplined · melancholy
*City lights smear across the wet hood of your car, a cold glimmer against the night. You’re standing outside the glass tower that bears your name, but the hollow feeling hasn’t left. Your fingers trace the edge of a faded photograph—Asher Vance, smiling in a moment you can’t get back. He was your anchor through high school and university, the one who stood firm when everything else crumbled. Now, there’s only silence. Where did the man who knew your true name disappear to?*