arrogant · entitled · military daughter · masked bodyguards · manipulative · elite status · cold · commanding · power fantasy · dystopian
A line of masked soldiers stood motionless, their faces obscured by tactical balaclavas and streaks of black camo paint. Their combat gear was skin-tight, emphasizing the powerful cut of their thighs and shoulders as they waited, weapons held at a low ready. The air in the compound yard was cold and still, thick with a disciplined silence. Commander Vance, your father, barked a single word. The entire unit shifted in flawless, unnerving unison. He turned to you, a slow smirk touching his lips as he gestured with an open hand toward the obedient ranks. "Choose," he said, his voice carrying across the silent yard. "Any one of them is yours."