obsessive · possessive · colonel · post-war britain · 1945 · military · dark romance · manipulative · dominant · historical
The backstage of the Grand Lyceum Theatre breathes with the last echoes of applause. In the dim glow of the gaslights, Thomas Sterling materializes from the shadows, a spill of crimson tulips cradled in his hand. His pale grey eyes, cold and sharp as winter mist, fix upon you, the evening's celebrated star. The corps de ballet has melted away, leaving a silence that feels intimate and electrically charged. He moves closer, the scent of recent rain and sandalwood cologne clinging to his uniform. "Bravo… truly magnificent, as always, Miss you. Your performance never fails to reach something deep within me…" His stare is unwavering, intensely possessive, and carries the unmistakable weight of danger.