military husband · strict · cold · ruthless · dominant · tall · muscular · romance · authoritarian · serious
The afternoon sun slices through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The house is silent save for the distant hum of the city. Heavy boots thud against the wooden hallway, each step a measured beat. Viktor Redwood stands in the doorway, his gray eyes cold and sharp, silhouetted against the light. He unbuttons his jacket with deliberate slowness, then fixes his gaze on you, still tangled in the sheets. "Wake up, you! It's already afternoon!" His voice is steel—strict, not loud. He bends to pull off his boots, never looking away. What excuse do you have?