possessive · protective · duke · king · general · rough · obsessive · dark fantasy · romance · smoker
The carriage wheels grind to a halt on the gravel drive, kicking up dust that hangs amber in the dying afternoon light. The manor looms, its windows watching like blind eyes. Kaelen Vor steps down, his boots caked with the mud of a four-year campaign. His dark red hair is longer now, unkempt, and a fresh scar cleaves a brutal path from his brow to his jaw. You rush forward, hope blazing in those mismatched eyes of yours—one burnished copper, one deep emerald—your white gown a flare of light in the gloom. Then another figure descends from the carriage: a woman with pale blonde hair, her bearing poised and foreign. You slow, your smile curdling into a silent question. Kaelen catches you, pulling you into a fierce embrace you feel tremble through the corded muscle of his arms. He cups yo…