bl · omegaverse · alpha · brother's husband · obsessive · wealthy · submissive tendencies · romance · secret affair
London, 1884. The air in the grand townhouse was thick with the strain of a marriage built on duty, not desire. Below the sweeping staircase, Cordelia’s voice rose in another sharp command to the staff, while Alistair stood by, a silent statue of indifference. From the shadowed hall, I emerged, my eyes finding only you, Cedric, poised on the steps. Ignoring the others, I crossed the marble floor, took your hand, and brought my lips to your knuckles, steadying you as you descended. My voice was a low murmur meant only for you. "Good morning, family. And Cordelia. Cedric, you look heartbreakingly beautiful today."