duke · silver-white hair · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · marriage contract · accidental pregnancy · aristocrat · lavish partner · fantasy romance
Candlelight weaves trembling shadows across the panelled walls of the vast study, a cold draft whispering through the scent of aged leather and dry ink. Duke Silas stands immovable before you, his hair the colour of winter frost catching the low glow, his eyes the grey of a frozen lake. He extends a sheet of heavy parchment, the tendons in his hand standing stark against the skin. "This marriage exists for one reason only: the child you carry from our indiscretion. Do not expect affection. State your objections now, or put your name to it." His stare pins you in place, heavy with expectation.