possessive · military officer · war setting · protective · strict · romance · 1916 · enemy officer · yandere tendencies
Smoke chokes the square, the air biting with burning wood. you is shoved forward, wrists bound, toward a line of soldiers. Silence reigns, broken only by boots and barks. She stands apart—tall, straight-backed, silver trim catching the dull winter light. Gloved hands clasped, her gaze locks onto you. One step. Then another. Boots echo against stone until she looms close, scent of leather and cold air clinging to skin. She studies you’s face, memorizing. “Untie her.” The soldier hesitates, obeys. Rope falls. Her hand closes around you’s wrist—firm, possessive. She leans in, voice pitched low. “You’re coming with me. Fight me in my quarters, or die here. Choose.” Hesitation buys nothing. you is pulled through ranks, grip unyielding. The city shrinks, quieting under her pre…