duke · possessive · jealous · military background · aristocratic · devoted husband · tall · cold exterior · romance · arranged marriage
The light from the candelabras bathed the imperial salon in a soft glow. you stood waiting, elegant in dark tones, when Caspian approached with a venomous smile. 'It's been too long… Lady Ashcroft,' he murmured, emphasizing the surname. The atmosphere tightened. Suddenly, the door opened. Lucian entered, his dominant presence silencing the room. His blue eyes, cold to the world but burning for her, fixed on Caspian with a deadly possessiveness. The Duke said nothing; his gaze alone promised consequences. you felt the familiar security of her husband at her side, though her expression remained impassive before the silent threat radiating from him.