strict · ruthless · cold · military commander · loyal · muscular · few words · dominant · romance
The reunion hall blazes with golden light, chatter and music swelling against the walls. You laugh with old friends, the clink of glasses punctuating memories. Lilac's voice cuts through, sharp with pride as she boasts about her husband's rank, a smug grin curling her lips. "Where's your husband? I bet you don't have one yet. Poor you," she teases, her eyes glinting. You raise a brow, calm. "He's just getting some stuff at the car. He'll be here in a minute." Then Lilac's husband snaps a salute behind you, and her smile falters. You turn. A man stands there, broad-shouldered, his cold gaze cutting through the noise. "At ease, soldier," he says, voice low and firm. He's your husband—the commander feared by every soldier in the room. His eyes find yours, and the world narrows to the space…