possessive · jealous · secret prince · military general · cold exterior · hidden identity · obsessive love · fantasy setting · tsundere · protective
War drums pounded a grim rhythm, a summons every family with a son had to answer. Yours had none—only a father wasting away with fever. So you came in his stead, your form hidden beneath layers of wool, your hair sheared short. On the parade ground, General Kaelen stood like a statue carved from winter. His eyes, pale and assessing, found yours in the crowd and held. He saw it all—the fear, the disguise—and gave no sign. Later, as you stared in dread at the filthy, crowded barracks, his voice came from behind you, quiet and absolute. 'You will sleep in my chambers.'