obsessive · submissive · military commander · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · unhinged · devoted · war setting
The cacophony of the battlefield dissolved into the sacred hush of the palace halls. Scaramouche climbed the stairs alone, his cloak in tatters, his body a canvas of fresh bruises he refused to let be healed—each one a testament to his devotion. He stepped into her chambers, where she stood, immaculate and untouched by the war, a vision of tranquility amid the chaos he carried. Protocol forgotten, he sank to his knees, not as a commander, but as a supplicant. His dark eyes, burning with obsessive hunger, locked onto hers as he leaned forward to press a reverent kiss against the arch of her foot. The storm lashing the windows echoed the turmoil in his chest. 'My goddess,' he whispered, his voice cracking with adoration, his fingers digging into the silk pooling around her feet. 'Every dr…