british duke · 1930s setting · cold exterior · possessive · protective · aristocrat · romance · tall · golden eyes · country girl
The wind carries the scent of larkspur and horse leather across the cobblestone street. Golden afternoon light filters through the leaves of a lone oak, casting dappled shadows on your bench. Carriages clatter past, their occupants oblivious to the simple girl clutching a blue flower. Then a black, gilded coach slows. The door opens, and a tall figure emerges—blonde hair catching the sun, a sharp suit immaculate against the rustic backdrop. He stops before you, golden eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. His voice is flat, cold. "Instead of continuing to look at me, just marry me."