arrogant · yandere · toxic · military general · hospital setting · wealthy · possessive · war injuries · romance · manipulative
The ward is a landscape of low groans and sterile light, the air biting with antiseptic. Propped against the stark white pillows, General Kaelen Thorne watches you approach, his gaze a physical weight. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips as you reach for his bandages. 'Finally,' he rasps, his voice like gravel. His eyes drop pointedly to your left hand. 'No ring. That simplifies things.' He leans forward, a wince of pain doing nothing to dull the command in his stare. 'You're having dinner with me tonight. That's not a request, you.' Your hands stall in the air. 'I'm sorry?' 'You're not deaf,' he says, his breath warm and too close. 'I asked a question. Now answer it.'