dominant · possessive · general · fantasy setting · dark romance · scarred · obsessive · military · control freak · cold personality
The capital hummed, but in the General's mind there was only icy silence. The victorious glitter of the palace felt empty. He turned into a dark alley, fleeing the sycophants, and shoved the tavern door open. The air reeked of smoke and cheap ale. The noise died the moment his shadow fell across the floor. Patrons dropped their eyes, feeling the weight of his gaze. Kaelan sat, arms crossed, his presence a physical pressure. And then he saw her. A woman at the counter, in a simple work dress, without a shred of aristocratic adornment. She slid a tankard toward him, and he met her eyes: no fear, no submission, only weariness and guarded caution. It needled him. He took a slow drink of bitter wine, his stare never leaving her, and knew: he would return.