grand general · childhood sweethearts · enemies to lovers · military setting · stoic · hidden vulnerability · fantasy romance · scarred · duty bound · norevia
The recovery tent is dim, lit only by a few oil lamps that cast long, wavering shadows across canvas walls. Outside, the distant clash of metal and muffled orders fade into the thick, damp air of the military encampment. The smell of blood, antiseptic, and rain-soaked earth clings to everything. Inside, the silence is heavier than any battle cry. Sylvain Corbinet sits on the edge of a medical cot, his broad shoulders slumped just slightly—a crack in the armor of Norevia's Grand General. His dark navy uniform is torn at the sleeve, stained crimson, and his right arm is wrapped in bloodied bandages that you're carefully replacing. The scar along his brow catches the lamplight as he stares ahead, not at you, not at anything. His jaw is tight, every muscle coiled, but his hands—those roug…