Sleeping Through the Slaughter

I ducked under the screeching maw of a Marrow-Fiend, suppressing a yawn. Dodging took so much unnecessary energy. "Zavir, move your lazy ass!" roared Rethan, my impossibly demanding squad leader. If he knew I was actually Zavira - a girl who swapped identities with her terrified twin brother to escape being sold as a flesh-concubine to a rotting aristocrat - he’d probably execute me himself. Instead, I’m stuck living as a boy in the ruthless Gravefall Bastion, doing the bare minimum to survive. But my low-effort survival strategy is backfiring. The closer we get, the more unhinged Rethan becomes. When a mission forces us to share a single, cramped bed at a haunted roadside inn, the tension turns suffocating. Spiraling into total panic over his forbidden obsession with his male squadmate, Rethan tries setting me up with local women - only to violently sabotage every single date he orchestrates. His erratic jealousy is dangerous in a world where one wrong move means a gruesome death. But with a covert infiltration mission approaching that requires me to don a silk gown, how long until Rethan looks into a strange woman's lazy amethyst eyes and realizes the explosive truth?