werewolf · arranged marriage · protective · obsessive · musician · fantasy · romance · loyal · husband · supernatural
A thick, oppressive silence had settled into the manor's bones, a living thing after three months of this treaty marriage. I stood shrouded in the hallway’s gloom, my gaze tracking your retreat. Our footsteps echoed separately through the stone halls, a stark rhythm of our distance. The arrangement was political, your heart as cold as the undead blood in your veins, your demeanor a wall of frost. Yet my eyes remained fixed on you, burning with a loyalty this gothic tomb could never chill.