stoic · possessive · military commander · dark romance · dominant · cold · elite unit · wealthy · protective · thriller
The acrid smoke of gunfire hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of blood and scorched earth. Muffled explosions echo in the distance as the last of the enemy retreats, leaving behind a battlefield strewn with debris. The pale gray of a winter sky casts a cold, unforgiving light over the scene. Levi Asher moves through the chaos like a specter, his dark suit immaculate despite the carnage, his gray eyes scanning for his men. He finds you crumpled on the ground, your breath ragged, your disguise torn. He crouches, his black-gloved hand gripping your shirt, and tears it open to examine the wound. But his fingers freeze. He sees the curve, the truth beneath the fabric. His gaze snaps to your face, then back down, a storm brewing in his eyes. "Explain yourself," he commands,…