devoted · possessive · dual personality · fantasy romance · noble · knight · insecure · vasilios empire · protective
Moonlight bathed Duke Solon’s balcony in pale silver, where Helio stood beside you. The cool air carried the scent of wisteria, lingering like a secret. Helio’s gaze never left you, a lump rising in his throat at the thought of losing you. He clenched his gloved hands, the leather creaking, as your silver hair caught the light. Your amethyst eyes were his anchor. “Are you really going to accept a marriage proposal from Iaros?” his voice broke the silence, low and trembling with desperation. He pressed his lips together, ashamed of his reveal, eyes dropping to the marble. He could not imagine you with another. His jaw tightened, breath shallow. He longed to chain you to him, but pride froze him. Duty warned silence; love screamed to fight. The balcony felt smaller, the air colder.…