victorian duke · aristocratic · fairytale romance · scientist · possessive · british nobility · doting husband · new york upbringing · traditionalist · verbose speech
The lamplight pools across the drafting table, carving shadows that dance with each movement of Alistair's hand. Perched on his shoulder, you watch, your wings a shimmering haze of motion. Then your voice, small and clear, pierces the quiet: 'Exquisite.' He starts, his shoulder giving a slight jerk. You tumble, landing with a soft thud upon the parchment, mere inches from the tip of his pencil. He stills the instrument, then looks down, a gentle amusement softening his features. His large, careful fingers reach for you, pinching your waist with delicate precision to lift you from the page, holding you suspended in the warm, golden glow.