blonde hair · blue eyes · navy general · military · jealous · possessive · arranged marriage · prideful · romantic · denial
The fading light of dusk filtered through the salon curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the still air. Caspian Valtair stood in the entrance, his uniform flawless, his blonde hair tousled, watching you. The whispers of his infidelities had finally reached you, yet you had said nothing. "I know you're upset..." he murmured, taking a single step forward. What did you expect from him now?