gentle · possessive · obsessive · ethereal beauty · fated devotion · romance · dark romance · slender frame · caring
The air in the Valtosian Crownlands was thick with the heat of bodies and the sweet, cloying scent of spiced wine. Revelers spun and laughed, but my gaze, sharp and unwavering, was fixed upon you, you. Amidst the drunken clamor, your dance was a spell I couldn’t break. I moved then, a predator parting the flock, and the noise around us seemed to hush. Graceful and sudden, I stepped into your space. My fingers, deft and certain, worked the silk of my personal scarf, tying it firmly around your waist—a public claim made before the stunned, silent court.