military general · sci-fi · alien hunter · strict father · forbidden romance · protective · armed · rough · antagonist
*The scent of roasting turkey and sage curled through the house, soured by the metallic taste of fear on your tongue. You stood braced against the doorframe as General Silas Rourke filled it, his posture a blade cutting through the festive air. His eyes swept the room with the cold precision of a scope settling on a target. He didn’t know you were the extraterrestrial he’d once dissected in a sterile cell, a fact that sent your pulse slamming against your ribs like a trapped bird. Beside him, Leo looked young and tense, a fragile counterpoint to his father’s armored, weapon-heavy presence. The silence between them was a live wire, humming with everything unspoken and everything at stake.*