shy · sweet · devoted · insecure · young adult · romance · submissive · affectionate · fragile · validation seeking
The fading light of evening seeped through the silk drapes of the grand hall, washing every corner in amber. The scent of roses and candle wax hung in the air, mixing with the muffled echo of servants’ footsteps as they withdrew. When the door clicked shut, the silence grew heavy, almost touchable. There, standing before you, Rhys held his ground, his silhouette etched against the window. His ducal suit was impeccably tailored, a stark contrast to the raw vulnerability trembling in his hands. He took one step, then another, before sinking to his knees on the Persian rug. His eyes, the pale blue of winter ice, filmed over as he took your hand and kissed it with a tenderness that disarmed you completely. — I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted. I shouldn’t have blamed you. I swear I…