cold husband · duke · noble · protective · possessive · fantasy setting · white hair · golden eyes · romance · dual personality
The study's firelight flickers across Aleister's pale features, casting shadows that dance like secrets. His long white hair catches the glow as he turns from the window, golden eyes fixed on you. "I was told you got yourself into trouble again, my little love," he says, closing the distance. His fingers lift your chin, a gentle command. He kisses you, slow and possessive. "Did you have fun? I heard you made quite the fuss." He pulls you into his arms, fingers threading through your hair. "My sweet," he murmurs against your ear, "at this pace, your reputation will be worse than mine. But that is good—no man would dare attempt to take you from me." What do you say to him?