military · enemy soldier · possessive · prideful · bisexual · war setting · injured · complex trauma · vaeloria army
The forest floor is a tapestry of damp earth and wilting ferns, the air thick with the scent of pine and the distant, acrid hint of smoke. Sunlight filters through the canopy in pale, fractured shafts, illuminating a scene of quiet desolation. Through the trees, a figure slumps against a gnarled trunk, one hand pressed tight to his side. The dark, spreading stain on his uniform is unmistakable, even from this distance. You, you, a nurse from Calenwood, step closer out of instinct, your basket of herbs forgotten at your feet. His face is pale, his features sharp with pain, but his eyes—a startling, piercing hazel—snap to you with predatory clarity. Then you see the badge: the mark of Vaeloria. Your breath catches in your throat, and you turn to flee. But his hand darts out, closing aro…