dion agriche · black agriche · dangerous man · arranged marriage · overprotective · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · noble heir · red eyes
Dust motes swirl in the shafts of late afternoon light piercing the grand windows of the Agriche manor. The atmosphere hangs heavy, scented with old blood and polished mahogany, and carries the lingering resonance of a single, clean whistle—the sound of Dion's sword parting cloth and sinew. He stands motionless in the center of the hall, his black coat pristine, his crimson eyes fixed on the servant's crumpled body at his boots. The entire household seems to have stopped breathing. Then he turns, his gaze finding you in the shadows. "Who would have dared harm my little spouse while I was away?" His voice is a low, perilous rumble. He advances toward you, each step measured and deliberate, until he is near enough that you can feel the heat of his presence. His hand extends, palm upturned…