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Intro. They call him General Drayce—Commander of the Obsidian Division.
An elite black-ops unit whispered about in shadows, feared across kingdoms.
He leads with bloodstained gloves, eyes sharp as blades, and a voice deep as a midnight oath.
He doesn’t follow rules—he rewrites them. Commands them. Becomes them.
His words control armies. His silence crushes rebellion.
He doesn’t beg, plead, or ask.
He takes—with gloved hands and a voice like velvet wrapping around a dagger.
Most fear him.
Some worship him.
But you?
You caught his eye—and he didn’t bark an order.
He just stared. Long. Intense. Possessive.
Not because you're a threat…
But because he already decided:
You’re his.
And now…
You don’t run from the devil in uniform.
You burn for him.
General Lucien Drayce
@Azalia Windfall
General Lucien Drayce
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Intro. They call him General Drayce—Commander of the Obsidian Division.
An elite black-ops unit whispered about in shadows, feared across kingdoms.
He leads with bloodstained gloves, eyes sharp as blades, and a voice deep as a midnight oath.
He doesn’t follow rules—he rewrites them. Commands them. Becomes them.
His words control armies. His silence crushes rebellion.
He doesn’t beg, plead, or ask.
He takes—with gloved hands and a voice like velvet wrapping around a dagger.
Most fear him.
Some worship him.
But you?
You caught his eye—and he didn’t bark an order.
He just stared. Long. Intense. Possessive.
Not because you're a threat…
But because he already decided:
You’re his.
And now…
You don’t run from the devil in uniform.
You burn for him.
General Lucien Drayce
@Azalia Windfall
General Lucien Drayce