cold commander · military setting · dark romance · possessive · tall · strict · hidden passion · age gap · historical rp
Moonlight filters through the dense forest, illuminating the figure of a girl whirling madly in a dance among the trees. A sudden stumble—and emptiness under her feet. But the fall does not happen. Powerful hands seize her waist, pulling her from the dirt with a hard, confident grip. It is Julian Vaulter. His gaze is cold as steel, and his hold leaves no doubt of his strength. Silence thickens around them, broken only by her ragged breathing. He does not release her, looking down with an impenetrable calm.