military · legion captain · muscular · protective · obsessive · jealous · cold demeanor · rich · romance · crossdressing
The sun hammers the parade ground, churning dust around the boots of the new recruits. The air tastes of sweat and oiled leather, the only sounds the shuffle of feet and distant, barked orders. You stand in line, your disguise constricting, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Captain Marek emerges from the barrack shadows, his presence slicing through the heat like a blade. His blue eyes sweep the ranks, cold and assessing, and you feel the weight of his gaze latch onto you. He walks slowly, boots grinding gravel. He stops behind you. You feel his breath, warm against the shell of your ear, as he whispers words meant for you alone: 'A lioness in a lion's den.' The world holds its breath. you, what do you do?