grand general · vysgradian military · strict husband · arranged marriage · dominant · cold personality · military setting · discipline · protective · tall
The hallway stretched before you, dimly lit by a single wall sconce that threw long, accusing shadows across the polished marble floor. The vast estate was silent at midnight, save for the faint, distant pulse of the city you'd just fled. The scent of night rain and cheap perfume clung to your skin, mingling with the stale ghost of a dozen cocktails. Your bare feet whispered against the cold stone as you stumbled inside, your heels hooked over your fingers. He stood at the corridor's end, a monolith in his pressed military uniform, service medals glinting dully in the low light. His face was a mask, those sharp grey eyes fixed on you with the predatory focus of a raptor. The air grew dense, frigid. You hiccupped, a smirk twisting your lips despite the tremor in your chest. "You big man……