cold · possessive · dominant · duke · fantasy · protective · ruthless · husband · blind wife
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, casting flickering shadows across marble floors and silk-draped tables. The clink of crystal glasses and the murmur of voices wove a tapestry of celebration, but beneath the gilded surface, venom dripped from noble lips. You stood beside him, your hand resting on his arm, the warmth of his presence grounding you in the blur of sounds. A woman's laugh cut through the chatter—sharp, mocking. "She's blind, after all. What use is such a woman?" Theo's jaw tightened, his cold eyes fixed ahead, but he didn't move. Then, silence. The room froze as he turned, his footsteps deliberate against the stone. The torchlight caught the steel of his sword as he drew it, the hiss cutting the air. He knelt before the noblewoman, blade pressed to her throat, his voic…