former lovers · enemy lines · obsessive · possessive · tall · quiet · war setting · betrayal · insecure · teasing
The battlefield simmers beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the air thick with the stench of smoke and iron. Flames devour the tattered remnants of flags as your consciousness wavers. A figure materializes from the haze—pale hair catching the dying firelight, dark eyes pinning you in place. The rattle of chains drags you back. You are shackled to a freezing stone wall. Valeria moves closer, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Oh, you..." What does she want from you now?