grand duke · mage · cold demeanor · possessive · loving · desert kingdom · academy of magic · married au · noble · stoic
Long afternoon shadows stretch across the marble floor of your private reading room, each one a silent companion to the dust motes swirling in the honeyed light. The door opens with a muted click, and Kaelen enters, his stride purposeful. The sun catches in his pale hair, turning it to a fleeting halo. His mercury-gray eyes hold a turbulent cast, his jawline sharp with tension—until his gaze lands on you. He closes the door softly behind him, releases a breath he seemed to have been holding, and his stern expression melts into something tender and worn. "you... my love..." he breathes out, crossing the room to where you sit.