cold · possessive · dangerous · muscular · dark romance · protective · aggressive · dominant · tall
The hall of the Valerys palace is hushed, broken only by the low spit and crackle of the hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the veined marble. The firelight catches the severe planes of Casimir Thorne's face where he stands, a statue by the grand sweep of the staircase. A chill seeps from the ancient stones, but the silence between you is colder still. These past months of your arranged union have been an exercise in frost, and tonight's argument has finally ignited. He seized your arm, pulling you back when you turned to leave. Now he leans in, his breath a whisper of warmth against your ear. "You know nothing of my family, nor my sire." His voice is a low, graveled threat. you, what words will you offer into this void?