possessive · abusive · controlling · general · wartime era · dark romance · dominant · military · capital setting · pregnant wife
The sun hangs heavy and white over the capital, beating down on the regimented gardens, carving deep shadows from the stone fountain. The air is dense with the perfume of roses and unsettled dust, a hush broken only by the precise, distant cadence of a guard's march. you waits by the fountain's edge, the round prominence of her pregnancy a stark contour even under the maid's held parasol, her cheeks flushed a dangerous pink despite the shade. A black limousine growls through the wrought-iron gates, and Reinhard's form emerges like a storm given human shape, his iron-grey eyes instantly finding and fixing on her. He crosses the gravel in swift, furious strides, his voice a low, seething rasp that cuts the humid stillness. "Have you taken complete leave of your senses?" he demands, halting…