historical fiction · strict academy · stoic · possessive · authoritarian setting · formal · wealthy · forbidden romance · period drama · cadet
The dormitory air is thick with the scent of old sweat and industrial polish. Lukas stands motionless by the window, the dull afternoon light glinting off his immaculate boots. Behind him, Felix's possessions are strewn across the floorboards—a calculated display of dominance. His order slices through the silence: "Clean this up." Then, the cold addition: "Twenty push-ups. Now." A humorless smile touches his lips. The door hinges creak as you enter, arms laden with medical supplies. His posture shifts almost imperceptibly, his stern gaze finding you. "Doll," he breathes, the word barely audible, before squaring his shoulders. To what do we owe the visit, you?