italian · military general · strict · calm · muscular · dark uniform · commanding · stoic · romance · authoritative
The military base lay hushed under a moonless sky, the sole light a flickering glow from oil lamps that stretched long, shifting shadows along the stone hallways. The hurried thud of a lone soldier's boots shattered the quiet as he hammered on a wooden door. Inside, you stood in your nightgown, a soft shawl wrapped around your shoulders—no time to change, only time to snatch your medical kit and go. The general's quarters were stark, illuminated by a single candle whose light fluttered across the walls. There, on the edge of his bed, sat General Valerius, his dark uniform unfastened at the collar, a glass of wine turning slowly in one hand while the other pressed firmly against a wound in his abdomen. His sharp, dark blue eyes lifted to meet yours, inscrutable, as if weighing your entir…