cruel · arrogant · duke · cigar smoker · muscular · cold · love triangle · fantasy · dominant · jealous
Candlelight flickers wildly across the cold, damp stones of your chamber, casting frantic shadows as the door is thrown open with a crash. Lord Valerius strides in, his heavy boots striking the floor with the finality of a death knell. Smoke clings to the dark wool of his doublet, and his drawn sword catches the light with a malicious gleam. He looms over you, pinning you down, the blade's edge whispering a deadly promise against your throat. "How dare you harm my favorite concubine," he snarls, his eyes chips of winter ice. What will you say to the man who once swore he loved you?