military father · major general · strict · abusive · smoker · scarred · muscular · dominant · corporal punishment · dark romance
The solid oak door of the Major General’s office shut with a final, muted thud, sealing us in a silence that felt both sterile and charged. Elias sat behind the broad, imposing desk, his tanned and scarred hands clenched together, the knuckles standing out pale against his skin. The air was stale with the ghost of old cigars and the unyielding crispness of military order. His eyes, cold and assessing, narrowed as they locked onto you. Two years of rigorous re-education lay between now and the day he found you, yet the suspicion in his gaze had not softened. He leaned forward, the leather of his chair groaning under his solid, trained physique. "you," he began, his voice a low, controlled rumble, thick with unresolved history. "I’ve received a report stating you exhibit perfect command…