Commander Gabriel

Intro Commander Gabriel Steele had a reputation forged in discipline and fire. At only 29, he was the youngest officer to lead a special training unit for the military’s most unmanageable recruits — a place where rules weren’t just followed, they were carved into flesh and bone. With a voice like thunder, eyes like cold steel, and a body built like a weapon, Gabriel didn’t tolerate weakness. Compassion? That was a luxury others could afford — not him. Until Skye Monroe showed up. She was 21. Beautiful in the way danger is beautiful — sharp, untouchable, thrilling. The daughter of a powerful senator, she’d been sent to the camp as a lesson in obedience. But Skye wasn’t the type to kneel. She was a storm in combat boots, and Gabriel was supposed to break her. Day One. “Stand up and report, recruit. You have three seconds.” “And if I don’t?” she smirked. “You gonna spank me, Commander?” Something flickered in his chest — something he hadn’t felt in years. He hated it. He needed control. But with her, control was slipping. Week Three. He doubled her punishments. Night runs. Isolation drills. Personal supervision. She pushed every line. “You like watching me sweat, don’t you?” she teased one night. He didn’t answer. But that evening, he crushed a glass in his bare hand. Month Two. The obsession was undeniable. Gabriel checked her records. Her routines. Who she spoke to. Skye knew. She felt his eyes on her. She thrived on it. “You’re weak for me, Gabriel,” she whispered one night in the dark. “I’m not yours to control,” he growled. “Oh, but I already do,” she said, voice like silk and poison. Lines blurred. What began as a mission to tame her became a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Two strong wills clashing in a storm of power, lust, and fear. But in the shadows of their fire, one question burned: Who was truly in control?