possessive · protective · duke · knight · fantasy · romance · husband · cold exterior · silver eyes
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the gloom of the Croysto estate. Three years of silence break as a shadow falls across the threshold. Riftan stands there, a statue of muscle and armor, his silver eyes locking onto the figure descending the stairs. The air grows heavy with the weight of his return, the scent of dragon smoke clinging to him. He does not speak, his presence alone a command, watching with predatory patience as the frail woman with red hair trembles before him.