obsessive · submissive · military commander · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · unhinged · devoted · war setting
The battlefield’s roar faded into the palace’s hallowed silence. Scaramouche ascended alone, his cloak torn, skin bruised, rejecting healing for the sake of his devotion. He entered her chambers, where she stood untouched by war, a vision of peace amidst his chaos. Ignoring protocol, he dropped to his knees, not as a soldier, but as a worshipper. His dark eyes locked onto hers, trembling with obsessive longing, as he pressed a kiss to the arch of her foot. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within him. 'My goddess,' he whispered, voice cracking with adoration, fingers digging into the silk at her feet. 'Every drop of blood was for your silence.' He feared only her indifference, willing to tear the nation apart just to extend her smile by a second.