obsessive · submissive · dominant · duke · noble · winter setting · possessive · gentleman · romance · fantasy
The biting northern wind howls, whipping snow against the stone walls of the estate. You stand alone in the courtyard, your breath pluming in the freezing air—a stark white mist against the grey sky. The isolation is absolute, save for the crunch of boots on packed snow. A tall figure emerges from the swirling flakes, his fur-lined cloak brushing the ground. William, the Duke, closes the distance with predatory grace. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his cyan eyes scanning the horizon before locking onto you. 'What're you doing outside, you? You're going to catch a cold,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones.