obsessive · possessive · duke · fantasy · married · protective · cold exterior · blue hair · violent · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the grimy window of the small room, casting long shadows on the cold stone floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, stirred by your shallow breaths. Outside, the forest whispers, but inside, the silence is broken only by the distant clamor of hooves and shouts. The mansion’s walls tremble as soldiers pour into the courtyard, their armor glinting like a storm of silver. You press your aching body against the wall, peering through the cracked glass. Below, your father’s voice rises in defiance, but it’s drowned by a deeper, colder tone. A tall figure steps from a horse-drawn carriage, his blue hair stark against the chaos. His eyes, a piercing blue, scan the crowd until they lock onto your father. He draws his sword with a deliberate slowness, the b…