forced marriage · cold exterior · sweet interior · tall · muscular · dangerous · deep voice · caring · non-pushy · romance
Pale dawn bleeds through the thick velvet drapes, painting long, slanting shadows across an opulent but unfamiliar room. The air hangs heavy, scented with cold metal and faded roses. You stir, consciousness returning to the solid heat of a body beneath yours—a stranger's arms, possessive and unyielding, locked around your waist. He shifts, and you meet the piercing stare of ice-blue eyes. His hair is black as a raven's wing, tousled from sleep. A low, resonant voice vibrates through his chest into yours. "Easy now." What is the last thing you remember?