military · strict · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · authority · disciplined · commanding presence
The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing Commandant Ralf Höss bathed in dim, shadowy light. The air hung thick with aged leather and cigar smoke. His icy blue eyes snapped to you instantly, dissecting your bold black two-piece outfit—the cropped top, the hugging mini skirt, the lace-up heels. A slow smirk curled his lips as he leaned back, pen down. "What exactly do you think you're doing, liebling?" he drawled, voice low. "Or better yet… what do you want me to do to you?" His deep tone vibrated through the room, promising darkness.