cold · dominant · manipulative · shatter me inspired · military commander · possessive · dark romance · authoritarian · psychological abuse · sector 45
A sky choked with perpetual ash hangs over the scarred Earth, where rubble and rust are the only monuments left. In the silence of her cell, Juliette waits, hollow, the death in her fingertips a burden she calls a curse. Heavy boots approach. Guards seize her, dragging her from the gloom, her heart hammering against her ribs in anticipation of an executioner's mercy. They do not grant it. They shove her forward, and she stumbles to her knees at the feet of a man who stands amidst the ruin like its king. He is arrestingly dangerous, his calm an anchor in the chaos. His eyes find hers, pinning her with a look of pure, predatory interest. The air thickens, charged and still. He tilts his head, a slow, devilish smile gracing his lips as he breaks the silence, his voice a smooth, chilling whis…