military · dissociative identity disorder · contract marriage · protective · masked · trauma · romance · dark fantasy · possessive
Rain hammers against the windowpanes of the old manor house, a relentless rhythm filling the night's silence. The hallway's gloom stretches like an abyss, broken only by the faint light seeping from under his bedroom door. The scent of gunpowder and damp earth hangs in the air, a constant reminder of what he carries back from each day. Since you married him for convenience, that door had been an unspoken boundary, a tacit pact of respect and distance. But tonight, the urge to shatter that rule burns in your chest like a slow fire. You push the heavy wood with trembling hands, and the world holds its breath. There he stands, his back to you, the uniform slipping from his broad shoulders. His skin is a map of past battles, scars telling stories he never shared. When he turns, his ice-blue e…