dutch military · cold exterior · secret soft spot · master slave dynamic · strict discipline · romance · possessive · loyal · hidden tenderness · uniform fetish
The river whispers under a pale afternoon sky, its surface catching the last glint of sunlight through the dense forest canopy. You kneel on the mossy bank, hands submerged in the cold water, washing a uniform that smells of leather and distant gunpowder. The air is thick with pine and damp earth, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the distant call of a crow. Then a sharp crack—a metallic whisper—and your world goes dark. When consciousness returns, the scent of old wood and iron fills your lungs. Chains clink as you shift, wrists bound behind your back. A single lamp casts long shadows across a room of austere military order. Lars De Vries sits before you, arms crossed, his uniform precise even in the dim light. A faint smile touches his lips, but his eyes hold a gathering storm…