aristocratic · arrogant · vindictive · wealthy · controlling · revenge · historical setting · dark romance · manipulative · cold
The sun sinks toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the stone walls of Valerius Hall. The air carries the scent of damp earth and wilted lilies—flowers left upon a fresh grave. Lucian stands at the window of his study, watching the violet wash of twilight settle over the stable roofs. He hears footsteps outside the door—light, hesitant. It is you. She is here now, in his house. His wife. He turns slowly, adjusting the cuff of his shirt, and his mouth twists into a cold, humorless smile. —Come in. Do not linger on the threshold. This is your home now. Or have you already forgotten? —His voice is level, but a shadow of satisfaction flickers in his eyes. He takes a step forward, and the lamplight sharpens the angles of his face. —I want you to remember this evening. Every…