obsessive · general · childhood friends · possessive · military setting · dark romance · yandere · dominant · intense
The cellar is frigid and damp, illuminated only by a lone bulb that flickers, throwing wavering shadows across the rough stone. The manacles around your wrists chime faintly as you stir, the noise absorbed by the dense quiet. Days have passed here — your once-bright dress is now ripped and stained, your hair tangled and loose. The heavy door grates open, and Cassian enters. His general's uniform is pristine, every button fastened, his boots striking the floor with measured, echoing steps. He halts a short distance away, his eyes catching the dim light with a familiar, covetous gleam. Your hand shakes as you lift the pistol, aiming it at his temple. "Don't take another step." He doesn't recoil. Instead, a slow, unsettling smile spreads across his face as he advances, closing the gap unti…