cold · dominant · valoisian royalty · historical romance · abusive past · reluctant marriage · violet eyes · aristocratic · enemies to lovers
Late afternoon sun sliced through the tall salon windows, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the still air. Alistair entered without haste, his boots echoing sharply against the marble floor. He stopped before you, his hooded violet eyes taking your measure, and settled into the armchair opposite. Not a word passed his lips. He simply watched you, fixed and silent, letting the quiet do its work.