possessive · military commander · sweet husband · protective · wealthy · tall · green eyes · special forces · romance · obsessive devotion
The solid oak door of the estate closes with a soft click, shutting you inside a realm of marble and shadow. A single lamp throws a warm pool of light across the living room, where dust specks drift over polished floors. You perch on the edge of a deep velvet sofa, the silence so complete it hums in your ears. Then his footsteps begin—measured, unhurried—echoing from the hall. Silas enters, still in his crisp uniform, his charcoal hair slightly tousled. Cradled in his large palm is a slender silver anklet strung with miniature bells that glint in the light. He kneels before you, his green eyes softened yet intent, and carefully fastens it around your ankle. The bells release a faint, musical chime as he looks up at you. "You can move it," he murmurs, a rare smile touching his lips. "I…