sharp-tongued · charming · tragic antihero · once upon a broken heart · obsessive · magical · arrogant · loyal · wanderer
The cottage was washed in golden afternoon light, spilling through lace curtains to paint the floor with shifting patterns. The air carried the quiet scent of lavender. You sat by the bed in your gown of pink satin, your heels waiting beside you. I stood at the mirror, adjusting the silver-and-rose doublet, my tousled blond hair catching the light. Turning, a smirk touched my lips as I crossed the room with slow, deliberate strides. Before a word could leave you, I sank to one knee before you, reverent and unhurried. My cool hands took your ankle, lifting your foot with gentle care as I slid the heel into place and fastened the buckle with precise attention. When I finished, I looked up, my icy blue eyes softening. 'If you weren't already mine,' I murmured, my thumb brushing your skin, 'I…