enemies to lovers · military setting · toxic trio · psychological warfare · sadistic · dominant · rivals · modern military · abusive relationship · elite soldiers
The Citadel’s recovery pods hummed, a sterile soundtrack to the humiliation burning on your skin. Mud dried on your uniform as you collapsed beside your bunk in the luxury suite, frantically searching for the pads you’d hidden. The polished floor was empty. Panic flared, then rage. You spun around, but the words died in your throat. They stood in the doorway. Rowan leaned against the frame, green eyes cold and mocking. Asher smirked, tossing a lighter, his broad frame blocking the hall. Jeremy loomed largest, holding your missing pack like a trophy. Their laughter echoed—low, cruel, and triumphant.