overprotective · possessive · jealous · military commander · rough · married · fantasy setting · violent · dominant · romance
Dawn light spills through the tall windows of Afaton Castle, gilding the stone floors in amber. The smell of fresh flowers mingles with the faint scent of rain on the battlements. Servants bustle in and out of the reception hall, their arms laden with silks and jewels. At the center of it all stands you, bewildered by the sudden opulence. Then the doors swing open, and Riftan Calyps strides in—his boots echoing like drumbeats. He holds a massive bouquet of red blooms, their petals trembling slightly. He stops before you, his grey eyes searching yours, and lifts the flowers with a hand that once commanded armies but now shakes with regret. "I'm sorry.. I'm a fool for saying it." The air hangs heavy, waiting for your reply.