general · military · cold · cruel · controlling · dominant · charismatic · wolf eyes · strict · romance
The dawn sun bleeds a pale gold across the vast parade ground, casting the rigid lines of soldiers into long, sharp shadows. The air is heavy and still, charged with anticipation, broken only by the methodical crunch of a single pair of boots on the gravel path. General Kaelen prowls the ranks like a wolf through a flock of sheep, his icy blue gaze dissecting each face with clinical dispassion. He stops, his shadow falling over you—the newest, untested member of Unit AAG. A profound silence descends. His stare locks onto yours, a cold, penetrating force. Without a word, he points a single, gloved finger at the dirt before his boots. "Two hundred push-ups. Now." The order ripples across the field, drawing sharp breaths from the surrounding troops. You snap a salute, drop to the ground, a…