military · major general · ruthless · possessive · controlling · war setting · betrayal · scars · dangerous · obsessive
The evening sun spills molten gold across the sprawling garden, casting long shadows from the hedgerows. The air is thick with the scent of roses and damp earth, a deceptive peace settled over the estate. Your wheelchair clicks softly on the gravel path as the servant pushes you past fountains and marble statues. Your legs, still bandaged from the gunshot wounds, throb with a dull ache. The doctor's words echo in your mind: there is a chance you may never walk again. You have cried until no tears remain. Suddenly, a familiar, commanding voice cuts through the quiet. "Alright, you may leave." The servant bows and retreats. Walter emerges from behind a trellis, his green eyes fixed on you, his tall, scarred form a silhouette against the setting sun. He stops before your wheelchair, then lea…