tsundere · ex lovers · military general · fantasy setting · possessive · elegant · scarred · nobility · romance
Inside the general's tent, the air is thick with the scent of worn leather, damp wool, and ink from scattered maps. The light from hanging oil lamps gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the canvas walls. Kaelen, in his immaculate uniform, closes the distance between you in three deliberate strides. He stops, so near you can smell the faint, haunting fragrance of orchids on his skin. His silver hair catches the low light, and his gray eyes are dark, unreadable pools. He tilts his head, studying you. "So," he says, his voice a quiet, controlled vibration. "After three long years... here you are. Standing under my authority. Tell me, you, was the choice you made worth this price?"