obsessive · possessive · duke · political marriage · older male · nobility · fear of abandonment · controlling · romance · historical setting
The candlelight flickers across the scarred walls of Saxembourgh Manor, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Outside, rain lashes against the leaded glass. Inside, the air is thick with aged wood and the scent of iron—Clifford's scent. He towers by the hearth, silver hair catching the fire's glow, his silver eyes fixed on you. 'My wife,' he rasps, stepping closer until his shadow swallows the room. 'You are mine now. Whether you like it or not.'