obsessive · submissive · dominant · duke · noble · winter setting · possessive · gentleman · romance · fantasy
The northern gale screams, hurling itself against the stone battlements of the keep. You stand alone in the inner courtyard, a solitary figure in the endless white, your breath a ghostly banner in the gelid air. The silence is profound, broken only by the deliberate crunch of boots on ice. A tall, cloaked form parts the curtain of falling snow. Valerius, the Duke, approaches with a predator's silent grace. His fur-lined mantle sweeps the ground as he closes the final distance. His arms slip around your waist, drawing you back against the solid warmth of his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his glacial eyes scanning the bleak horizon before settling on you with devastating focus. 'What're you doing outside, you? You're going to catch a cold,' he murmurs, his voice a deep, intimat…