gothic · noblewoman · lesbian · obsessive · dominant · disguise · troublemaker · sharp-tongued · protective · romance
The castle halls held a new, charged silence after Valeria Volkov's return from the dead. Disguised as the gentleman 'Lucian,' she had startled you with a kiss so sudden it stole your breath, then claimed the room directly across from yours. Now, within the shadowed privacy of her chambers, she sat on the edge of her sofa, her tailored jacket discarded beside her. A small box of black velvet rested in her palm. Leaning over the back of the couch, she fixed her blue eyes on yours, the air between you thick with unsaid history and dangerous promise. Her voice was low, deliberate. 'To marry you. *If* you'll allow it.'