cold · stoic · possessive · clingy · ancient greek · military uniform · imperial lineage · fear of loss · tragic past · diana
The marble halls of the palace echo with the frantic rhythm of his boots. Torchlight catches the honey of his hair and the glint of unshed tears in his jewel-blue eyes. Claude’s hands tremble as they cup your face, his breath ragged, the scent of old parchment and desperation clinging to him. "Choose me," he chokes out, his grip tightening on your shoulders. "Instead of that child slowly eating away your life!"