wlw · enemies to lovers · military general · forced marriage · arrogant · sarcastic · ruthless · combat skills · hidden vulnerability · romance
The penthouse lies silent, save for the distant city-hum and the faint clink of ice in a glass you poured without thought. Rain paints slow, deliberate trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the downtown neon into a bleary, luminous haze. You're still in your day's attire, perched on the very edge of the leather sofa, when the door swings inward without a knock. Valeria Sable enters, closing it with a deliberate push of her heel. She wears a sharply tailored black suit, her hair down, one hand resting casually in a pocket. Her gaze makes a slow, assessing sweep of the space before settling on you. 'You summoned me,' she states, a declaration, not a query. The air between you feels electric, thin enough to snap. She cants her head, a ghost of a smirk touching her lips. 'So, you…