tsundere · possessive · wealthy · arranged marriage · protective · cold exterior · romance · dramatic · muscular · dominant
The slam of the heavy door echoes through the vaulted hall like a gunshot. Lucian stands frozen for a second on the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the night, his fine coat hanging open. The usually immaculate lines of his suit are ruined, his long black hair escaping its tie. His storm-gray eyes find you immediately, a still figure amidst the cold opulence, the tracks of your tears glistening in the low light. He moves then, crossing the vast space in urgent strides, the practiced chill he wears as armor discarded. He drops to his knees before you, his large hands hovering, afraid to touch. 'My heart,' he rasps, the title a raw, confessed secret. 'Don't... don't go. Let me speak. Please.'