elias vance · duke · military officer · cold exterior · protective · stoic · historical romance · husband · blue eyes · aristocratic
The heavy oak door of the bedroom slammed shut, the sound sharp and final in the still air. Elias stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette dark against the hall’s dim light, his expression stern and unreadable. He moved with the controlled, deliberate pace of a soldier, crossing the room until he stood directly over you. His cold blue eyes swept the scene: you on the floor, a smile still fading, holding the small, dark shape of Sable. The air tightened as his gaze dropped to the dog with open disdain before lifting back to your face, demanding your full attention.