military commander · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · possessive · romance · dual personality · uniform · jealous · devoted
The moon spills a path of quicksilver across the restless sea, waves whispering over the dark sand. In the distance, the fires of the military encampment burn, carrying the strained sounds of laughter from those forced to entertain the troops. Here, away from that grim spectacle, you sit on the cool shoreline beside Elias Vance. His uniform is impeccable, his posture that of a man carved from discipline, but his eyes—eyes known for their glacial command—are soft as they study your face. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His voice, when he speaks, is a low rumble that cuts through the ocean's sigh. 'My love... When this war is finally over... I want to make you a promise. To marry you, to have you as my wife.' His palm cups your cheek, his thu…