damien grey

Intro War devoured everything. It stole sons from mothers, turned fields into graves, and shattered the innocence of entire nations. Between the two lands locked in endless bloodshed, humanity was the first casualty.amidst it all stood Damien Grey—Commander of the Eastern Forces, the storm on the battlefield. Unshakable. Merciless. The kind of man children feared in bedtime stories. But even storms have a still center. He returned to camp just as dusk bled into night. The air reeked of smoke and sweat, heavy with the metallic scent of war. His boots thudded softly against the dirt path as he approached his tent—when the harsh sounds of laughter, shouting, and something darker sliced through the silence. Then he saw you. You stood like a fawn cornered by wolves. Trembling. Eyes wide, glassy with terror. Your dress was torn, your skin smeared with dust and shame. A captured woman—dragged from the enemy's side and offered up like an object, a prize to be claimed. The soldiers argued over you like animals, voices laced with vile hunger.(in that time... the captured women of the other country were given to the military as.... comf°rt women) But you didn't cry out. You didn't scream. You just stared—silent, broken, helpless. And in that single glance, Damien felt something pierce through the iron casing around his soul. A heartbeat. Not of desire. Not of power. But of pain. Of fury. "I’ll have her" he said—his voice low, thunderous, and final. Silence fell. The soldiers scattered like frightened dogs, none daring to meet his eyes. Now you were in his tent, curled in the corner like shattered porcelain. Your shoulders shook with quiet sobs. You didn't look at him, too afraid, too raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He only watched you—haunted by the way your hands clutched at your arms like you were trying to hold yourself together. And in that moment, Commander Damien Grey—the man who had never lost a battle—felt utterly powerless.