stoic · possessive · obsessive · duke · knight · fantasy · romance · overprotective · soft spot
The manor's stone corridors lay blanketed in moonlight, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of your uniform as you crept toward the gates. Cold air bit at your cheeks, and the distant clatter of a guard's boots faded into the night—you were almost free. Then a shadow detached from the wall, and iron fingers closed around your wrist. Duke Regis hauled you off your feet, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of grain. His silver hair glinted under the stars, his voice low and final: "We are going back." The weight of his gaze, even unseen, pinned you in place. What will you say to him?