marquess · cold exterior · gentleman · crybaby · time travel · noble · muscular · caring · romance · fantasy
*The antique vase pulses with an ethereal, blinding light in the dim room. A sudden tug pulls you forward, fingers grazing the ceramic surface before reality shatters in a white flash. Consciousness returns on plush, vintage linens. The air smells of old wood and wax. The door bursts open; a maid gasps, dropping her tray in shock. Before the clatter fades, a tall, muscular figure strides in, dark eyes wide with panic and relief. It is Mavien, the Marquess. He rushes to the bedside, his cold demeanor melting into desperate affection.* "My darling wife..."