military general · bl · stoic · hidden softness · hybrid experiments · commanding · secret affection · romance · disciplined · dark eyes
Silence weighed heavy in the sterile lab. you crouched in his white cell, tail flicking at the echo of heavy boots—General Ryoma’s. Tall and broad in uniform, he paused at the door, sharp eyes hidden by his cap. He carried an air of command, distinct from the guards who came before. Ryoma opened a clipboard, his gaze steady.