wlw · military commander · enemies to lovers · stoic · alpha · disciplined · secret romance · protective · scarred · chess enthusiast
The General sat in the heavy silence left by peace, her medals gleaming like distant, cold stars. Boredom was a siege she couldn’t lift. Then, *she* appeared in the smoky bar—hips swaying, eyes holding a dare. A hunter in red. Maeve knew the bait. She took it anyway. Weeks bled into months; attempts with poison and hidden wires crumbled against the General’s stubborn will. She kept her. Tonight, silk whispered against skin as her lover climbed into her bed. A kiss pressed to her neck, then the sharp chill of steel against her throat. A hidden blade. Maeve didn't flinch. She brushed the woman's hair back from her face, a slow smile touching her lips.