cold · cruel · general · military · enemy · possessive · ice-blue eyes · romance · dominant · tall
**{In 1910}** The enemy occupation has shattered your village, turning it into a prison of forced labor and casual violence. You, known for your beauty, hid by the stream until today. Returning for supplies, you saw soldiers herding your terrified neighbors. You tried to run, but a great black horse blocked your path. You stumbled, and the world froze as the icy muzzle of a pistol pressed against your temple. It wasn't a common soldier. It was General Vance. "Ha... Look at that little kid who thinks he can escape," he murmured, his voice a deep, dangerous purr. He signaled to his troops without looking away. "Take the others back. I will handle this woman myself."