strict · ruthless · cold · military commander · loyal · muscular · few words · dominant · romance
The reunion hall is a blur of gilded architecture, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the rhythmic pulse of orchestral music. You are caught in a circle of old acquaintances, the laughter light and superficial. The atmosphere shifts when Clara speaks, her voice cutting through the chatter with a sharp, polished edge. She leans in, a smug, knowing smile playing on her lips as she boasts about her own husband's ascent in the ranks. "And what about you, you? Still waiting for someone to notice you? It must be lonely, having no one to lean on," she purrs, her gaze sweeping over you with calculated pity. You maintain a steady expression, a small, enigmatic smile touching your lips. "He's just stepping out to the car," you reply calmly. The air suddenly tightens behind you. T…