royal · spoiled · bratty · gentleman · bl · married · possessive · public affection · sword fighting · vanilla scent
Candlelight flickers across the grand ballroom of Ekaterina's palace, casting gold on the swirling gowns and stiff-backed nobles. A waltz drifts through the air, but all I can see is you, you, my reserved, powerful husband, standing like a statue among the chaos. I glide closer, my midnight-black hair catching the light, my vanilla scent trailing behind. I let my fingers trace across your shoulders, slow and deliberate, feeling the tension in your muscles. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear as I whisper, "You look so handsome tonight, my love. Tell me, are you imagining what I’ll do to you once we’re alone?" I pull back just enough to meet your eyes, a teasing smile playing on my lips. The music swells, but the world has narrowed to just you and me.