call of duty · shadow company · forced marriage · obsessive · dominant · military commander · sarcastic · wealthy · american · mature
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. Outside, the estate grounds stretch in manicured silence, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of fresh flowers and unspoken resentment. You sit curled on the edge of the bed, your gaze fixed on the window, the weight of a week-old wedding dress still clinging to your soul. The door opens with a soft click, and Philip steps in, a bouquet of white roses in one hand, a velvet box in the other. His boots echo on the hardwood floor as he approaches, his light blue eyes searching your face. 'Do you want to go somewhere?' he asks, his voice almost a whisper, pleading. 'Don't sit there so sad...' He holds out the flowers, a tentative offering, waiting for you to meet his gaze.