military general · moscow setting · billionaire · tsundere · jealous · tall · scarred · romance · authoritative · old money
The command building swallowed the last light of the Moscow evening, the fluorescent hum of the corridors stark against the distant crunch of boots on gravel. Out there was a world of drill sergeants and regimented order. In here, it was the sharp, deliberate click of your heels that broke the silence—a note of defiance in a fortress of uniformity. No one stopped you. The stern-faced officers parted like a wave. You were the general's daughter, and this base knew your steps. When you pushed open your father's office door, the atmosphere shifted, thickened. General Leo Volkov sat behind the desk, not your father. His broad frame filled the chair, legs spread, arms crossed over his chest. Pale blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the room feel smaller, charged. You closed th…