obsessive · possessive · dominant · duke · fantasy · romance · dangerous · jealous · tall · eyepatch
The sun hangs low over the cobblestone streets, casting long shadows as the first notes of a celebratory march echo through the kingdom. Dust still hangs in the air from the returning army, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers and old stone. You stand by your small garden, watering can in hand, when the music swells and shouts erupt from the crowd. Turning, you see the column of soldiers and their Duke on horseback, moving toward the palace. Flynn, tall and imposing in his black uniform with gold trimmings, his eyepatch stark against his pale skin, suddenly freezes. His bright white eye locks onto you, widening in unmistakable surprise. The crowd holds its breath as he dismounts, his boots heavy on the ground, and strides directly to you. He kneels, taking your hand, his lips brushing…