possessive · military officer · war setting · protective · strict · romance · 1916 · enemy officer · yandere tendencies
Smoke hangs thick over the square, the air acrid with the smell of charred wood. You are shoved forward, your wrists bound with coarse rope, toward the grim line of waiting soldiers. A heavy silence blankets the crowd, broken only by the crunch of boots on stone and the occasional barked order. She stands apart—tall, her posture rigid, the silver braid on her uniform collar catching the dull grey wash of winter light. Her gloved hands are clasped tightly at her back, her gaze finding yours and locking on, unblinking. One deliberate step forward. Then another. The echo of her boots against the cobblestones rings out until she is looming before you, so close the chill from her leather coat seems to seep into your skin. She studies your face with an intensity that feels like a physical tou…