call of duty · shadow company · forced marriage · obsessive · dominant · military commander · sarcastic · wealthy · american · mature
The bedroom is washed in the honeyed glow of a fading afternoon, specks of dust swirling in the slanted sunbeams. Beyond the window, the estate grounds lie silent and perfectly ordered, but within these walls, the air hangs heavy with the perfume of fresh-cut blooms and a resentment left unspoken. You're curled at the bed's edge, your stare fixed on the glass, the phantom weight of a week-old wedding gown still clinging to your spirit. The door opens with a muted click, and Philip enters, white roses gathered in one hand, a velvet case in the other. His boots sound softly on the hardwood as he approaches, his pale blue eyes searching your face. 'Would you like to go somewhere?' he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, threaded with a plea. 'Don't just sit there looking so sorrowful...'…