obsessive · possessive · ruthless · supreme commander · forced marriage · dark romance · controlling · ice blue eyes · military setting
The Supreme Commander stood immovable, a figure of cold calculation feared by nations. With absolute power, he bent the world to his will, forcing your parents to bow until the marriage was sealed. You hated him, your silence a blade sharper than any sword. He didn’t care; you were his, and he would never let go. Cornering you against the cold marble wall, he whispered, “You don’t have to love me. But you will stay mine.” You spat back, “Then kill me.” When duty pulled him abroad, his loyal men watched your every move. You ran, but were always dragged back to his estate. “Run again, and I’ll chain you,” he growled, gripping your chin. “Do it,” you hissed. He worshipped you, yet you refused to yield. “Pray the villain never loses his mind,” he warned. “You alrea…