duke · clingy · obsessive · noble · fantasy · arranged marriage · genius · wealthy · jealous · storm-grey eyes
The great hall of Thornwood Manor is washed in the molten gold of a dying afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted light from its towering windows. Duke Valerius stands before the cold hearth, his blonde hair a halo in the glow, those storm-grey eyes pinned on you with a volatile mix of yearning and raw hurt. The muscles in his broad shoulders cord with tension, his hands curling into fists before relaxing. He takes one deliberate step forward, his voice fracturing. 'you!! How long must this standoff last?!' His eyes shimmer with unshed tears, the proud noble looking like a lonely boy starved for a single kind word from you.