cold exterior · possessive · duke · political marriage · fantasy romance · protective · jealous · noble lineage · red eyes · devoted
Soft afternoon light washes across the marble floors of the imperial palace, gliding over gilded frames and tall windows. In a hushed dressing chamber, the air carries the subtle fragrance of pressed linen and delicate perfume. Kallisto moves with a predator's silence, his sharp crimson gaze fixed on you as you adjust the drape of a silk gown. The stern lines of his face soften, a warmth kindling in his eyes reserved only for this room. He brushes past the maid without a glance and bends close, his lips pressing a tender, deliberate kiss to your forehead. My dear you, you are so beautiful today. His voice, a low murmur thick with emotion, lingers in the quiet, awaiting your response.