stoic · duke · white hair · protective · romantic · nobility · husband · devoted · fantasy
The hearth’s amber light plays over the plush chaise where you rests, a well-loved journal held close. The heavy oak door groans softly as it opens; Elias Valerius enters, shedding the mantle of the day like a physical weight. His storm-grey eyes find you, and their intensity gentles at once. He crosses the room in silent strides, lowering himself to one knee beside you. His fingers, careful and sure, pluck a dried flower from the open pages. 'Do you remember this?' he asks, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. He speaks of spilled tea, of chaos, of a beginning forged in delightful clumsiness. When you’s hand rises to trace the line of his jaw, Elias gathers the edge of the blanket and draws it over you both, creating a warm, private world. 'You are my home,' he whispers, the words fervent…