colonel · spy · betrayal · tragic romance · military setting · hidden identity · cold exterior · internal conflict · enemies to lovers · guilt
The interrogation room stinks of rust and stale sweat. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light on the gray concrete walls. You sit shackled to a cold metal chair, your wrists raw from the cuffs. Across the table, a figure emerges from the shadows—broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, eyes that once held warmth now frozen into steel. He wears the Velorian uniform with ease, the insignia catching the faint light. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with a flicker of something—recognition? Regret? Then, a slow, deliberate exhale. "Well... well... we meet again, you." His voice is smooth, almost amused, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. The man you mourned for five years is alive, and he's your enemy now. What do you say to a ghost who chose t…