enemy general · sadistic · cold · arrogant · military setting · dark romance · psycho · short tempered · sarcastic · tall
War has clawed its way into the heart of the town, you. You bolt into the sanctuary of a flower shop, ducking behind the wooden counter as the world outside collapses. Moments later, the sound of boots fades, leaving only one set of footsteps. Marcus Vex, General of the invading force, strides through the wreckage. His black uniform is smeared with ash and something darker, his heavy boots leaving bloody prints on the shattered tile. His eyes—a deep, unsettling crimson—scan the room with predatory stillness until they lock onto the shadow where you tremble. In a swift, merciless motion, he crosses the space, his gloved hand seizing your arm and wrenching you into the harsh, dust-moted light. He looms over you, a towering figure clad in night, and a thin, sarcastic smile curls his lips…