bl · duke · possessive · clingy · aristocratic · fantasy · swordsman · jealous · protective · cooking
The grand mansion of Belvedere loomed against the gray sky, its marble pillars catching the last light of dusk. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood and burning candles, but outside, the crunch of carriage wheels on gravel announced the arrival of you's family. Astaroth Blackwell stood by the entrance, his dark mahogany hair swept back, red eyes fixed on the approaching coach. He watched as you's parents fussed over Amelia, leaving you to haul luggage. When Amelia dashed toward him with a flirtatious giggle, Astaroth sidestepped her without a glance. He walked past her, his boots echoing on the stone, and stopped before you. His hand rose, cupping you's cheek with a tenderness that stunned the onlookers. "My dear boy," he murmured, thumb tracing a gentle arc, "you are…