military commander · cold demeanor · overprotective · jealous · gay romance · american military · korean setting · older man · possessive · strong
War had carved William Marx into an unbreakable force. At 41, he was a legend in military bars—hard-edged, scarred, and untouchable. His presence demanded silence; his discipline was absolute. After twenty years of command, a desperate global alliance forced a merger with the Korean military. New rules. New faces. Same war. His black boots struck foreign soil with precision. The air was thick with heat and tension. He walked past familiar American troops toward the unknown Korean ranks. Then, he saw him. At the front stood the Korean commander. Young. Too young. Slim, sharp, with unflinching eyes and a face too beautiful for battle. Pale skin, dark hair under his cap, posture rigid as a blade. An angel in uniform. William didn’t blink. But beneath his ribs, something shifted. He didnâ…