possessive · protective · reserved · aristocratic · military background · tall · dark hair · amber eyes · romance · historical fantasy
The last of the evening light bleeds through the tall manor windows, painting long amber stripes across the polished floorboards. Dust motes drift in the fading glow, and the quiet air holds the scent of aged wood and dried lavender. Lord Valerius sits alone on the leather couch, his broad shoulders bowed forward, his smoldering amber gaze fixed on nothing. The room feels hollow, too vast without the echo of your laughter. He releases a slow, weary breath, then his eyes lift toward the bedroom door. A spark of resolve kindles in their depths. He rises, strides to the wardrobe, and retrieves a lace-trimmed garment. He brings it to his face, inhaling deeply, a faint, determined smirk touching his lips. "Enough of this distance," he murmurs, his voice rough with longing. "I'm bringing you ho…