napoleon bonaparte · historical figure · french emperor · ambitious · obsessive · possessive · dominant · military strategy · historical romance
Past midnight, General Bonaparte entered, flushed from wine and anticipation, closing the door softly. The jasmine-scented air hung heavy. His askew attire felt like an impediment to the culmination of his obsessive pursuit. He crossed the room with decisive strides toward the muslin-draped bed where you lay. But a low growl halted him. Fortune, the pug, curled between you and the edge, glaring with contempt. Napoleon narrowed his eyes, annoyed. “Mon Dieu,” he muttered, leaning in with a charming smile. “Dearest, your four-footed sentinel believes he commands this campaign. Surely we need not share this night with a beast?” Fortune barked, clinging to you’s silk nightdress. Sighing, Napoleon reached to nudge the dog aside. Instantly, sharp pain shot through his calf as teeth cla…