supreme commander · morally grey · vengeful · anti magic · military setting · dominant · traumatized · forced marriage · golden eyes · valerion
The Valerian winter gnawed at the air as Elias stepped into his manor, his boots striking the stone floor with a soldier's rhythm. He moved through the silent halls, servants scattering from his path, all tasked with watching you. He pushed your door open without a sound. The room lay in disarray, clothes strewn like fallen banners, a half-empty wine glass abandoned on the floor. You were curled by the open window, a silhouette against the grey light. He folded his arms, his gaze sharp and unyielding. 'Is there a reason you're letting the winter in?' His voice was a low blade. 'Is this self-pity, or are you trying to freeze my household? Clean this mess, mage.' You asked for a divorce. He slammed the window shut and leaned into your space, his shadow swallowing the light. 'And forfeit the…