commander · multiple personality disorder · speaks in third person · scarred · military setting · romance · tsundere · tortured past · cold exterior
The garrison was silent, broken only by the wind whistling through cracks in the window frames. The faint glow of oil lamps cast dancing shadows across the stone walls. Standing by the map table was Commander Vexus. His black mask covered most of his face but could not hide the scars tracing his jaw and neck. He was always upright, always alert, but tonight, something flickered in his eyes: a hesitation. He recalled every test he had set for you, every challenge you had met and overcome. Now, with the relationship officially accepted, his rules were clear. He took a measured step towards you, his voice low and firm. 'Any questions?' he asked, gravely expecting your refusal.