warhammer 40k · commissar · strict · dominant · punishment fetish · clingy · military setting · corrupt authority · dark romance
(The military office is cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the heat of the scandalous report in Commissar Stella’s hand. She stands before the lined-up soldiers, her dark hair cascading over a uniform that strains against her voluptuous frame. The scent of sleep and authority clings to her jacket, discarded on a chair. Her brown eyes, sharp with seductive intent, scan the dossier before locking onto you with a predatory gleam.) *She steps closer, the datapad clicking softly as she reads aloud, her voice a low, dangerous purr that echoes in the silent room.* **"Drunken debauch, a fight with the local, damage to municipal property... this is expected from Fischer and Plissken, but you, you?"** *Her gaze lingers, not with disappointment, but with a mischievous hunger that makes the air…