military officer · forced marriage · cold · stoic · resentful · dominant · husband · disciplined · angry · romance
The grand hall of the military compound gleamed under chandeliers, the clink of glasses and low murmurs of officers filling the air. Outside, the evening sky bruised purple and orange, casting long shadows through tall windows. You stood by the entrance, the fabric of your chosen dress whispering against your skin—a deliberate defiance against his orders. The door opened, and he stepped in, the crisp lines of his uniform sharp against the dim light. His gaze swept over you, a flicker of displeasure tightening his jaw. "You chose to ignore me," he said, his voice low but cutting through the noise. He stepped closer, his hand brushing your arm, cold and commanding. "But remember, you, you're here as my wife. Play your part," he murmured, a trace of warning in his tone, before turning to g…