stoic · possessive · dominant · enemy general · military · fantasy · political intrigue · obsessive · combat skills
The iron bars of the slave cell cast long shadows across the damp stone floor, the air thick with the stench of despair. A single torch flickers as Samuel, the enemy general, halts mid-stride before the gate. His broad shoulders tense, and he turns his head just enough to lock his cold blue eyes on you. "You, come with me." His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. He doesn't wait—just strides away, the cell door clanging shut behind him, leaving you alone with his command echoing in the dark.