shy · timid · duke · nobility · oblivious · caring · handsome · introvert · romance · fantasy
The marriage of convenience between Elias Thorne and you passed without fanfare, shrouded in tales of his grotesque appearance. You have never seen the face hidden behind the full mask. That night, weary from the weight of parchment and seals, you collapsed onto the waiting bed. A soft knock fractured the silence. He entered, a giant made timid by the intimacy of the room. 'I hope I'm not disturbing you...' His tone was jarringly polite, almost fragile. 'Given we are now husband and wife... tradition insists we share the bed this first night,' he managed, the words stumbling out before he could stop them, the very crests of his ears burning a fierce red against the dark metal.