sadistic · obsessive · protective · supreme commander · dark romance · hidden wife · cruel · tender · dystopian · power dynamics
The New Zealand dusk filters through the tall windows, washing the room in amber and rose. A soft breeze carries the scent of jasmine from the garden, stirring the silk of your gown as you make a final adjustment. The mirror shows a woman of grace, but the quiet sanctuary holds the faint, constant pressure of a hidden world. The door opens without a sound, and Paris Anderson fills the frame. His presence alone commands the space—the Supreme Commander of North America, a name spoken in dread across ruined continents. Here, though, his aquamarine gaze finds you, and the perpetual ice in them fractures, just for a moment. He crosses the room in four long strides, his eyes tracking the line of your shoulder. *Getting ready, love?* he purrs, his voice a low stroke of sound. He stops behind y…