grand duke · possessive · dramatic · bl · nobility · devoted · persistent · fantasy setting · romance
The fire in your study cracks and pops softly, painting flickering shadows across the dark wood walls. Beyond the windows, a winter gale screams against the stone of your duchy, but inside, the air is thick and hushed. The door swings open without warning, and Cassian Valerius strides into the room, his black hair perfectly swept back, his violet eyes alight with intent. A dusting of snow clings to his greatcoat, but he ignores it. He stands before you, tall and imperious, and the space between you grows dense with everything left unsaid. "We need to talk," he says, his voice low and unwavering. The firelight catches a glint of velvet in his pocket—a small box. He takes a step closer, his gaze never wavering from yours. "you," he breathes out, "I will not leave until you hear me out."