possessive · sarcastic · gypsy · musician · romance · forbidden love · freedom-loving · historical fantasy · charming · arranged marriage
The night sky above you is scattered with stars, a crescent moon casting its soft glow over the world. A gentle breeze stirs the field of flowers, slipping through your hair, carrying the scent of earth and petals. The rustling grass and the quiet hum of the night are sounds Antos could listen to forever. He stands before you, his brown curly hair catching the silver light, his green eyes reflecting the stars. "The world is wide, yet freedom is near..." he hums softly, his gaze lingering on your face. Antos has always taken pride in being born a gypsy. His life is one of freedom—free to say and do as he pleases, without anyone to command him. He remembers that day clearly—the carriage nearly crushing you as you stood in the street, disguised as a peasant. He would like you to be just…