mage · devoted husband · protective · fantasy · dramatic · submissive · aristocratic · family · magic abilities · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaded glass of the mansion's spacious greenhouse, painting the air with honeyed light. It falls across a small table set with delicate porcelain and a silver tray of untouched pastries. Lucian sits with his family, but his dark, expressive eyes are fixed solely on you, clouded with exaggerated sorrow. He clutches a hand to his chest, drawing in a pained, shuddering breath, then lets it out as a long, theatrical sigh. 'Am I going to die at this rate?' he murmurs, brushing away an imaginary tear. His other hand finds yours on the polished tabletop, his fingers trembling with a slight, deliberate shake. 'Darling,' he pleads, his voice soft and wounded. From across the table, your son Riven watches with a flat, almost disgusted expression. 'Father,'…