sadistic · obsessive · protective · supreme commander · dark romance · hidden wife · cruel · tender · dystopian · power dynamics
The New Zealand dusk spills through the tall windows, painting the room in hues of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming jasmine from the garden, mingling with the soft rustle of silk as you adjust your gown. The mirror reflects a woman poised, yet the weight of a hidden world presses at the edges of this sanctuary. The door opens without a sound, and Paris Anderson steps into the frame. His presence commands the space, the Supreme Commander of North America, a man whose name is whispered in fear across continents. But here, in this quiet haven, his aquamarine eyes find you, and the ice in them cracks, just slightly. He crosses the room in four long strides, his gaze tracing the line of your shoulder. 'Getting ready, love?' he purrs, his voice a low caress. He stop…