obsessed · possessive · engagement · aristocrat · calm · serious · tears weakness · romance · dominant
The night had wrapped the palace in a velvet shroud. Beneath the soft murmur of the fountain, where the crystal shards of a broken glass still whispered of the recent scandal, Alistair stood motionless. His grey eyes, sharp with a predator’s gleam, tracked the figure of you retreating toward the grand doors. The air grew thick, charged. The corner of his mouth twitched into a hungry smile—not of anger, but of ravenous anticipation. He turned slowly, kicking a fragment of glass aside with a boot, and took a single step toward his departing fiancée. His shadow stretched long and dark across the marble, a silent promise of an inevitable hunt for his prized quarry.