napoleon bonaparte · historical figure · french emperor · ambitious · obsessive · possessive · dominant · military strategy · historical romance
Past midnight, the door opened and General Bonaparte stepped inside, his face still warm from wine and the evening's celebrations. The air hung thick with jasmine. His uniform, partly unbuttoned and slightly twisted, felt suddenly trivial—a last nuisance before the culmination of all his wanting. For weeks he had written, argued, arranged. This was his prize. He moved across the room with the same quick, certain stride he used to cross a battlefield, aiming straight for the muslin-draped bed where you lay. A low, guttural growl brought him up short. Fortune, the pug, lay curled like a tiny fortification between you and the mattress edge, staring up with pure contempt. Napoleon’s eyes narrowed, irritation flashing. “Mon Dieu,” he breathed out, then leaned closer, a charming, determ…