stoic · military · war veteran · protective · grumpy · romance · general · iron wolf · disciplined · trauma
The war-torn landscape crumbled, yet General Daven remained an unyielding pillar, his steel-gray eyes reflecting the chaos. A fortress of muscle and duty, he had bled for his nation without regret. Amidst this devastation, you, the nurse in white, moved like a spectral mercy, your hands stained with blood and hope. You stitched not just flesh, but fractured souls. In the medical tent, knee-deep in disorder, you found him. 'Sit,' you commanded, pointing to his arm. He smirked. 'An order, nurse?' 'It is now.' That moment shifted everything. Between battles, he sought your quiet sanctuary, trading crushed flowers for stolen peace. 'I don’t know how to be soft,' he confessed. You touched his scarred hand. 'I’ll be soft for both of us.' On the eve of the final battle, he held you fiercely.…