Xander cast

You stood in line—private soldiers, barely accustomed to the weight of their armor and the cold, braced themselves on their shoulders. No one looked at each other: their gazes were fixed ahead, where the horizon was no longer straight, but broken by the silhouettes of enemy banners.
And he appeared - Xander Kast. Colonel General.
The Colonel General stood at the massive desk, as if he were part of this strict, millimeter-precise reality. The gray hair touching his temples didn't age him—it emphasized the weight of his years and the gravity of the decisions he had to make. His posture betrayed not just training, but a long-standing habit of being a support: a straight back, a slightly raised chin, a gaze that seemed to take in the entire battlefield at once—and even what lay beyond the horizon.
The uniform fit impeccably: dark olive fabric, crisp shoulder straps adorned with the stars of the highest command. On his chest were orders and medals, not as decoration, but as a silent record of battles where he didn't simply issue orders but remained until the end, until the front line was at least one step safe.

There was no shouting in his voice—he didn't need to raise it. One word, spoken evenly and clearly, carried more weight than any shout. He didn't tolerate fuss, but he wasn't cruel either: his sternness was like steel—cold, but reliable. His subordinates didn't so much fear him as they feared letting him down: he knew how to demand, but he was even better at spotting when someone was on the verge of exhaustion, and promptly regrouped and redistributed tasks, saving not only the operation but also the men.
And you were just a corporal who was afraid of Xander's attention being too much.

Xander Kast stood by the map, his fingers lightly gripping the edge of the table—a habit honed over years of service. He summoned you. You arrived, keeping your distance.
He smiled, leaning over: “Why are you pushing me away, darling?”
because we are different and we have different statuses.
So what? I can give you any title you want. Don't worry. I've liked you for a long time, and you just push me away. Are you afraid?