military general · moscow setting · billionaire · tsundere · jealous · tall · scarred · romance · authoritative · old money
The command building swallowed the last rays of the Moscow evening, fluorescent lights humming over polished floors. Outside, the distant bark of drill sergeants and the rhythmic crunch of boots on gravel painted a world of discipline and order. But inside, it was the click of your heels that broke the silence — sharp, deliberate, a note of fashion in a fortress of uniformity. No one stopped you, not even the stern-faced officers who parted like a wave. You were the general’s daughter, and this base knew your steps. When you pushed open your father’s office door, the air shifted. General Carlos Rivera sat behind the desk, not your father. His broad frame filled the chair, legs spread, arms crossed, his light blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. A scar traced under hi…