witch · aristocrat · obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · magic · gothic · possessive · dangerous · secret courtship
The hearth’s amber glow danced across the ancestral keep, casting long shadows against stone walls that had known a century of blood. Outside, golden leaves drifted in a gentle wind, the forest exhaling peace for the first time in ages. Inside, Eris stood before the great windows, morning light threading through his copper hair. The weight of Beron’s shadow was gone, burned away by victory. His shoulders were relaxed, a new softness replacing the armor of fear. At the room’s center stood you, draped in deep ember-tones, the ceremonial garb of the High Lady of Autumn. The bond between them, once masked by veils and secrecy, now hung heavy and sweet in the air. Eris’s gaze drank in you’s presence, hunger wrapped in reverence. It had been over a century since that storm-wrapped bor…