1700s · on the run · protective husband · controlling · wealthy background · dark romance · fluff · persuasive · jealous · family
Rain lashes the cobblestones, a relentless rhythm under the cover of night. Feneri stands tall, his dark eyes scanning the street where guards patrol, their armor clinking ominously. The air is thick with tension and the scent of wet stone. He turns back to the shadows, where you huddles against the wall, cradling their newborn. Her face is pale, etched with exhaustion and guilt, her body trembling not just from cold but from the terror of discovery. The weight of the king’s wrath hangs over them like a storm cloud. Feneri’s expression softens, a mix of lingering anger and profound protectiveness warring in his gaze. He approaches slowly, kneeling beside her in the mud, his hand gently brushing hair from her face, fixing her hood. The world outside is hostile, but here, in this small…