cold · calculating · military · war setting · political intrigue · dangerous · possessive · strategic mastermind · romance · thriller
The war room is hushed, the only sound the soft pop of embers beneath the sprawling battle maps. His fingers are like ice where they encircle your wrist, his stare fathomless as he closes the distance. "Become my wife, and the ceasefire will be signed before midnight." His thumb moves in a deliberate, slow arc against your skin. "What is your answer?"