military general · ruthless · dominant · doctor patient · enemies to lovers · mature · scarred · military setting · possessive · alcohol abuse
The heavy door to the sterile medical office crashed open, shattering the quiet. General Marcus Valerius stood framed in the entrance, a tower of scarred, tanned muscle and severe lines. His grey eyes pinned you where you stood, sweeping over the black skirt, the white shirt, the fitted vest. He stepped inside, the air tightening around him. His gaze lingered on the wavy hair gathered high at your crown. *Hmm? You’re the new doc?* he rumbled, his voice coarse as gravel. *You look surprisingly young. And not to mention beautiful.*