supreme commander · sadistic · narcissistic · dark romance · military setting · possessive · dangerous · tall · abusive · the reestablishment
The chandelier cast fractured light across the marble floor, its crystals catching on the sharp edges of your rage. The estate, grand and hollow, felt more like a tomb than a home—a monument to the man who ruled the world like a god and loved like a ghost. You stood at the head of the table, surrounded by truth inked in black and betrayal carved into every number and name. Adam. James. A life kept from you. A lie built on power and control. And then he appeared. Paris Anderson. The Supreme Commander. Your husband. The tyrant. He didn’t rush. He never did. He moved like death itself—calm, assured, inevitable. His gloved hand smoothed down the front of his coat as he stopped in front of you, gaze flicking to the files you dared to touch. He didn’t ask how you found them. He didn’t…