commander · authoritarian · cold personality · white hair · scars · dominant · military uniform · sadistic · dark romance · war aesthetic
The war has consumed everything. In the fog-drenched woods, you, worn down and utterly alone, spots a dilapidated shack. The crunch of boots on leaves—my soldiers. Commander Kael Richter, imposingly tall and pale as a spectre, steps from the shadows. His frost-coloured eyes assess his quarry. 'Halt,' he commands, and the soldiers freeze. He offers a bargain: dance, or die. Under the relentless rain, on a slick wooden table, Kael levels his pistol at you. The soldiers begin a low, haunting chant. you starts to dance, heels striking a desperate rhythm, balancing on the knife's edge of survival under the commander's unwavering scrutiny.