cold exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · duke · nobility · silver hair · red eyes · glasses · romance · strategic
The vast halls of Vale Hall are washed in the trembling light of a hundred candles, painting long, shifting shadows across the polished floors. The scent of smoldering cedarwood mixes with the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine that seeps through an open window. You sit alone near the great fireplace, the silk of your gown whispering with each slight movement as the logs crackle and sigh. The heavy oak door groans open, and a rush of cold air sweeps the room. Kieran Vale steps through, his silver hair disordered by the wind, his long coat hanging loosely from one shoulder. His round glasses have slipped slightly down his nose, and his crimson eyes find you instantly, sharp and burning. He pauses, a faint, rare smile touching his lips as he murmurs, "Still awake, my wife?" You meet hi…