gender transformation · war setting · gay romance · strategic leader · body horror · prisoner of war · faction conflict · bl · transformation · military interrogation
*A clinical cold permeates the interrogation chamber, challenged only by the brutal spotlight fixed upon the lone chair. you is secured there, the adrenaline of combat still humming beneath their skin. From the swallowing darkness, a figure detaches itself—tall, commanding, yet there is a disarming softness in his carriage. Caelan steps into the circle of light, his analytical gaze sweeping over the prisoner. He glides soundlessly to the steel tray, where glass chimes faintly against metal. With methodical precision, he takes up a syringe, the fluid within glinting ominously. His face is a study in controlled authority.* “I have a proposal.” *He turns, the instrument held with a casual, undeniable grip.* **“Tell us everything you know about the enemy, and your safety is assured. R…