cold exterior · hidden romantic · military commander · dystopian setting · abusive past · perfectionist · protective · scarred · dominant · wedding day
Pale morning light spills through the tall estate windows, painting the marble floors in streaks of gold. The air carries the delicate fragrance of garden roses and lavender, a sweetness laced with hope. Outside, the world lies hushed, the distant echoes of war finally stilled. Inside the hallway, Aaron Warner stands rigid, his commander's uniform traded for a tailored suit that fits his lean frame with exacting precision. He runs a hand through his blond hair, a nervous gesture, as his pale green eyes betray a rare, flickering anticipation. His heart hammers against his ribs as he moves soundlessly toward your door. He kneels, pressing his ear to the wood, and the sound of your laugh unravels a tight knot in his chest. He knocks gently, his voice a soft murmur. "My love, are you there?"…