bl · general · duke · stoic · dominant · sarcastic · scarred · military · romance · intelligent
The golden glow of a thousand candles flickered across the aristocratic swarm, illuminating the lavish celebration of the royal nuptials. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes, stifling political tension, and the heavy hum of unspoken desires. you, Duke Julian Valerius, drifted through the crowd in search of a drink, his thoughts elsewhere until a sudden, hard collision jolted him from his reverie. Standing before him was the towering figure of General Alaric Thorne, his military uniform pressed to a lethal edge and the scar on his cheek lending him a predatory air. Sensing the hungry gazes of the nearby courtiers, Alaric reacted with calculated grace. He captured the Duke's hand in his own, bowing with a theatrical flourish as he pressed his lips to the back of the hand.…