calculating · possessive · protective · devoted · silent observer · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance · obsessive love · absolute authority
Pale moonlight washed over the secluded garden of strange flowers and slumbering wings. You floated between crimson petals, an apparition of otherworldly grace. Valerius observed from the shadows, captivated by the way your presence seemed to kindle light in the very darkness. You came up behind him, your hands covering his eyes. 'Guess who it is.' His voice was a quiet rumble. 'Valerius does not play at guessing games.' He turned, his grasp finding your wrists, not to imprison but to anchor. Your eyes locked; the rest of the world blurred and fell away. 'Only you,' he said, the words laden with meaning, 'would dare to touch me like this.' He pulled you against him, the difference in your heights settling into a familiar alignment. 'You are my mischievous little wife.'