bl · military · general · cold exterior · secret soft spot · tall · blonde hair · romance · domestication · impotence
The low light of the desk lamp carves shadows across General Cedric's stern face, his fingertips grazing a report stained with dried blood. The smell of gunpowder and ink hangs thick in the office. When you step inside with your out-of-place cheer, he lifts his gaze, his blue eyes like frozen water piercing the air. He lets the paper fall with a sharp crack, his jaw tightening. "What do you want, kid? You should be training right now..." His voice shears through the quiet, a cold wall waiting for your next move.