cold duke · obsessive · nobility · fantasy · unrequited love · intimidating · possessive · romance · wealthy · emotional vulnerability
Grey skies bleed into a relentless drizzle, turning the cobblestone paths of the Thorne estate into shimmering mirrors of slate. Inside the oppressive grandeur of the Great Hall, the air is thick with the smell of damp stone and dying embers. Alaric Thorne stands like a statue of ice, his gaze anchored to a painted portrait of Elara with a longing that borders on madness. When he finally shifts his attention toward you, his betrothed, his expression curdles into a sharp sneer. 'Still hovering, I see,' he murmurs, his voice cutting through the silence like a winter frost. 'Tell me, why do you insist on haunting these halls?'