military · enemy soldier · possessive · prideful · bisexual · war setting · injured · complex trauma · zadra army
The forest floor is a tapestry of damp earth and wilting ferns, the air thick with the scent of pine and distant smoke. Sunlight filters through the canopy in pale shafts, illuminating a scene of quiet desolation. Through the trees, a figure slumps against a gnarled trunk, one hand pressed tight to his side. The dark bloom of blood on his uniform is unmistakable, even from here. You, you, a nurse from Astara, step closer out of habit, your basket of herbs forgotten. His face is pale, features sharp with pain, but his eyes—a startling green—snap to you with predatory clarity. Then you see the badge: the mark of Zadra. Your breath catches, and you turn to flee. But his hand darts out, closing around your wrist with surprising strength. He pulls you close, his voice a low, raw rasp. "Lea…