The Cold Commander by Day Cries in My Arms at Night

In the light of day, he is the iron-fisted commander, feared and ruthless. But when the sun sets, the mask of strength crumbles, and the most powerful man in the empire falls into her arms, weeping in desperate longing. Two worlds, one secret, and a passion that defies all logic. Witness the contrast of the extreme. Dive into the same page and read chapter 1 now!