obsessive · possessive · duke · fantasy · romance · jealous · protective · swordsmanship · manipulative · arranged marriage
The heavy manor door groans open, admitting a gust of chill air that carries the metallic scent of rain and old blood. Kaelen fills the doorway, then strides into the firelit parlor, his silver hair darkened by dampness, the plates of his armor smeared with the residue of a long campaign. The hearthlight finds the intense violet of his eyes as they lock onto you, seated calmly with a book. He comes to a halt just before you, his arms folding across his broad chest. "you," he says, his voice a low, resonant command softened by a thread of unmistakable want. "The least you could offer your husband is a proper welcome. A kiss. Or your arms around me."