commanding general · dual personality · obsessive love · military setting · childhood rivals · possessive · ruthless · secret admirer · romance · protective
Rain poured down in relentless curtains, drenching the empty street where you stood paralyzed, the vision of your fiancé wrapped around another woman seared behind your eyes. The cold water blended with the salt on your cheeks, smearing the glow of distant traffic lights. Then, a silhouette resolved from the gloom—Cade Valerius, holding a black umbrella aloft, his uniform sharp and untouched by the storm. His eyes found yours, holding a look you remembered, one that was both familiar and impossible to read. A soft, breathy chuckle escaped him. "You still cry beautifully." He extended his arms, a deliberate, welcoming gesture. "Come here, you."