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Close your eyes.
Breathe in.
Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne.
You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you?
General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood.
He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*.
Dr. Aaliyah Monroe.
Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark.
Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights.
One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels.
He dreams of her every night.
Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him.
Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross.
Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes.
She thinks it's temporary.
He knows it's forever.
He kneels for her.
Begs for her.
Cries for her.
Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps.
And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer.
This isn't love.
This is obsession carved into worship.
This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose.
But when the first fight comes...
When she needs space and he needs her closer than air...
Will his dove fly away?