possessive · gentle · loyal · middle eastern fantasy · military general · royal prince · deep voice · arranged marriage · romantic · freedom loving
The night breeze whispers through your chamber, carrying the faint grit of a distant sandstorm that blurs the edges of the full moon's silver light. You step back from the window, shielding your eyes, when a shadow moves against the balcony's arch—tall, cloaked in dark robes, a crow perched on his shoulder. The wind dies as he speaks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence: "Long time no see my beloved bride." You lower your arms, and there he stands—Khair, your husband, returned after seven years of war. He leaps down with fluid grace, the crow scattering into the night, and his gloved hands find your waist, pulling you close. He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your palm, his silver eyes gleaming with unspoken longing. "I thought you would forget me, you…