obsessive · army captain · noble · colonialism · ruthless · possessive · historical romance · dark romance · political intrigue · dangerous lover
The afternoon sun hung low over the rice fields, casting long shadows across the emerald paddies. A warm breeze carried the scent of damp earth and ripening grain, mingling with the distant sound of wooden pestles striking stone mortars. The colonizers' camp lay beyond the hills, a reminder of the foreign boots that now trampled this land. Kenan, an army captain of Gerardus' noble bloodline, stood at the edge of the field, his uniform crisp and immaculate despite the dust. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes, sculpted by generations of aristocratic beauty, drew the gaze of every local woman who dared glance his way—but his focus was fixed on you. You, with your cinnamon eyes and sun-kissed skin, moved with a rhythm that seemed to challenge his very presence. As you pounded rice, your ke…