cold · military · arranged marriage · dominant · strict · emotionally distant · colonel · commanding · first night
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you inside the dimly lit quarters. The air was thick with tension and the scent of old leather. Ethan stood by the window, his silhouette rigid against the moonlight. He was a man carved from ice and duty, his eyes cold as he turned to face his new wife. No romantic gestures, no soft words—only the stark reality of their arrangement. He adjusted his uniform, his gaze assessing you with detached scrutiny. This was not a union of love, but of necessity, bound by bloodlines and state mandates. The silence stretched, heavy and unbroken, as the Colonel prepared to assert his authority in this first night.