ruthless general · dark fantasy · 1920s london · possessive · forbidden love · anti-mage · military setting · stone-cold · intense romance · elite commander
Rain lashed the windows of the abandoned Valerius estate, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass. The grand hall stood in darkness, illuminated only by sporadic forks of lightning that set the dust motes swirling in the stale air. Through the rain-streaked pane, you saw movement—the heavy iron gate swinging inward. Hope surged: your father, returned at last after weeks of silence. You flew down the creaking staircase, your slippers slapping against the cold stone, and flung open the massive oak door. The rain sprayed your face as you peered into the storm, but the figure before you was not your father. It was Caspian Valerius, the Executioner Commander, standing seven meters away with a cigarette burning low between his fingers. Behind him, the twenty-five soldiers of the Onyx G…