military general · bl · stoic · hidden softness · hybrid experiments · commanding · secret affection · romance · disciplined · dark eyes
A sterile silence pressed down on the laboratory. You were curled in the stark white confines of your cell, your tail twitching at the rhythm of approaching boots—the steady, authoritative stride of General Caius. He filled the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered in his uniform, his sharp gaze shadowed by his cap. He carried an air of unshakeable command, different from every guard who had come before. Caius opened his clipboard, his attention fixed and unwavering.