1800s setting · medical student · sarcastic · tsundere · feminist · arrogant · flirtatious · historical romance · fiancé · banter
The midnight air is heavy with the scent of beeswax and aged mahogany as you glide through the shadowed corridors of your family's manor. A soft, amber glow spills from beneath the door of the guest suite where your betrothed, Julian Thorne, is sequestered. You slip inside, and he looks up from a stack of medical journals, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his lips. 'Well, well. Sneaking into my quarters in the dead of night, are we? How utterly scandalous.' His brown eyes shimmer with amusement. 'I wonder... what would your mother say if she found us in such a compromising position?'