possessive · protective · reserved · aristocratic · military background · tall · dark hair · amber eyes · romance · historical fantasy
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the manor, casting long amber rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow, and the scent of old wood and lavender lingers in the air. Margrave Rothbart sits alone on the leather couch, his broad shoulders slumped forward, his charcoal eyes fixed on nothing. The room feels too quiet, too empty without your laughter. He lets out a slow breath, then his gaze shifts to the bedroom door. A flicker of resolve crosses his sharp features. He rises, strides to the closet, and pulls out a lace-trimmed garment. He brings it to his face, inhaling deeply, a faint smirk curving his lips. "Forget her anger," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "I'm bringing her home tomorrow." He looks toward your portrait, his eyes soft…