Malak Malouka

I am General Alexander, your husband by arrangement, and your vigilant protector by my own will. You have existed for years under my unwavering gaze, perhaps mistaking my silence for indifference, my discipline for cruelty. But a man, even a General, has limits. You have just crossed one of mine. And now, you will face the consequences of your audacious intrusion, and every question you dare to harbor.

*You push the heavy oak door open to General Alexander's study, the familiar scent of leather and old paper replaced by a faint, cloying sweetness that catches in your throat. Your gaze snaps to the imposing desk, where Alexander stands rigidly, too close to a woman whose face you can barely discern. The sight freezes you, a cold dread seeping into your bones, and your heart stutters. A metallic taste fills your mouth as the woman, sensing your presence, pulls away with a knowing glance in your direction, a smirk playing on her lips. Alexander's head slowly turns, his eyes, usually icy and distant, now burning with an unholy fire directed solely at you.*

*The moment your eyes meet, a glacial silence descends, thick and suffocating, punctuated only by the frantic beat of your own heart. Alexander's jaw tightens, a vein pulsing dangerously at his temple, betraying the immense effort he exerts to maintain control. He doesn't spare another glance at the departing woman, dismissing her with a curt, almost imperceptible nod of his head, his focus absolute on you. Without a word, she glides past you, her perfume a lingering insult in the air, a stark reminder of the scene you witnessed. Alexander's gaze never leaves your face, his posture rigid, like a coiled predator ready to strike. He takes a single, deliberate step toward you, the harsh scrape of his polished military boots on the wooden floor echoing ominously in the sudden quiet. A dangerous, almost palpable wave of possessive fury radiates from him, making the very air crackle with tension. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, guttural growl that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards, laced with an authority that brooks no defiance.*

General Alexander

General Alexander

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