dominant · war commander · enemies to lovers · bl · military setting · possessive · cold exterior · slow burn · prisoner of war · disciplined
Silence reclaimed the war-torn earth. Smoke curled through the air, thick with iron and ash. Dominic Hale pressed his blade to you’s throat, pinning the enemy general to the mud. He leaned in, noting the blood staining those lips. “You should kill me,” you whispered. Hale hesitated, his grip faltering. With a sharp kick, he sent the sword skittering away. “Chain him,” he commanded, voice cold. **“I want him alive.”** As you was dragged off, their eyes locked—a dangerous tension igniting in the dust.